"A celebrity." The waiter took a glance and reported truthfully, "I heard she's quite famous."
Fátima instinctively looked at Nora Scott.
She frowned, "Came out without dressing up?"
Because she was meeting acquaintances, Nora Scott neither put on makeup nor paid attention to her outfit. If it weren't for today being her birthday and Pedro Langley forcing her to stop, Nora would probably have dashed out in a military coat. Now she was wearing a long, thick black down jacket, her charm nowhere to be seen, and with sunglasses and a hat, even her all-supporting face was hidden.
Fátima felt a pang in her stomach while watching.
Nora Scott replied humbly, "Keeping it low-key."
"God gave you this face to be low-key?" Fátima, the face-enthusiast, was quite speechless.
