George was visiting Sinclair House daily, and Abigail was trying to avoid him. Either she kept herself busy in her room or went out with Alex along with his friends.
"This evening, George took me for ice cream," Ariel told her while applying hand cream on her palm, "I missed you."
Abigail gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
She wanted to give them privacy and, in all honesty, she had started enjoying Alex's friends' company more.
She raised her face and found Ariel looking at her face carefully, "What…" Abi asked her in confusion, thinking there was something wrong with her face.
"You should visit a salon, darling. Your facial skin is getting rough," Abigail nodded, willing to learn more from her sister.
In the past few days, she had realized that Ariel was nothing like Valerie. Only their faces resembled each other, but they were entirely different.
