Annabelle Linton paused at that, and as if she had touched upon something painful, she fell silent.
She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes trembling slightly. A watery shimmer flashed through her sorrowful eyes.
'Some memories don't just disappear because you refuse to think about them.'
Annabelle Linton's choice to forgive Leona Grant didn't mean she had simply forgotten everything that had happened.
'But you can only ever look forward and move on, can't you?'
'Living in the past is just a lightless, solitary torment, a hell you can never escape.'
Annabelle Linton and Roxanne Jennings were chatting in the tea room on the second floor.
This room was designed specifically for making tea. It was fully equipped with all the necessary utensils, and the decor evoked a classic garden with small bridges and flowing streams. The fragrant aroma of tea filled the air, creating a poetic atmosphere.
It was getting late, and Annabelle had more or less ignored him all evening.
