บท 937: Unimportant

As the ladies were laughing, chatting, and enjoying themselves, Francesca suddenly bumped into someone and all of the shopping bags in the other person's hands fell down. 

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for this!" Francesca hurriedly crouched down to help the other person.

"It's okay," said a gentle voice that made Francesca stiffen. 

She slowly looked up and when she looked at the face of the woman before her, her expressions shifted. How many years had it been since she last saw this face? 28? 29? She couldn't recall it. In all those years the only time she had recalled this face was whenever she found Darren too lonely.