Kapitel 122: Eat It

The following day, the gal pals found themselves in Mosqueda, Ava's go-to boutique for an afternoon fitting with the head designer who happened to be Eli's BFF. 

While the three were waiting in the lobby, they noticed the presence of a foreigner whisking past them.

Emily pouted, her brows furrowed when she realized that the lady looked familiar as if they had brushed shoulders in the past. She rummaged her memory, figuring out who amongst the sea of people she could be.

Lucky for her, the lady in question turned on her heel and peeled her sunglasses, revealing her face.

"Emily?"

"Bella darling! It was you. Gosh. No wonder your presence felt familiar." Emily stood up, exchanging cheek kisses with Bella. Their gazes then moved down where Ava and Olivia were busy flipping catalogs. "Ava, Olivia, meet Bella Sokolov, prima ballerina, Bolshoi Ballet."

"Oh, dear. You can skip the titles," Bella blushed, patting the back of Emily's hand.