"I wonder, why does Ica come so close to miss July? It wasn't before. Miss July is so cold." Mara wondered. While his hands were still busy with plates in their hands, his two eyeballs were busy looking the other way.
"Are you serious about marrying David?" Hesitated but asked anyway. Ica believes July will not object to the question.
July turned, staring at ica's face with a glimmer of a smile. "Do you think I'm playing?"
Ica blinked, pulled back her chin and slowly shook her head. "I have no doubts, Miss. I just want to know the reason. Sorry I was presumptuous." Ica wanted to take back what she just said.
"Don't be so nervous, don't we often talk together? Even you have always been where I tell stories other than uncle Tian."