At the glaring sight of Rose Collins in a familiar blue dress, the next spot that Calla's gazed fixed on wasn't Lacy and her two friends, but the man who had already left the entrance of the banquet hall, surrounded by other men eager to converse with him.
Just like everyone in the banquet hall, his gaze was focused at entrance. If Calla were to guess, his gaze was on Rose Collins, and that left a sour taste in her mouth.
The whispers and murmurs weren't that low either. Perhaps her husband was hearing them at the moment.
'Please look away….' Calla pleaded in her heart. Her husband should please look away from Rose Collins. She understood that he missed her late twin sister dearly, but she did not want him to mistake Rose Collins as her dead twin sister.
Just as she had mistaken her back then, Rose Collins looked exactly like her dead twin sister from afar. She hoped that her husband wasn't having the same thoughts.