Chapter 59
- Mr. Clinton approached us, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
- "Is there a party going on?" He raised one eyebrow, his voice laced with amusement.
- Miss Ross dropped her mug in the sink after gulping down the whole cup of tea in one go. "Yeah, tea party. Too bad you came late." She rolled her eyes, brushing past him as she gently slapped his shoulder.