Well, that ruled her out. He couldn’t have been talking about her. Growing up, all they did was argue. Not interested in his past loves, she picked up her utensils and started eating. Thomas didn’t press the topic either, and they finished their meal in a comfortable silence.
As they were leaving, they ran into Emma and Bennett in the main dining hall.
“Thomas?” Emma said, surprised, her designer sunglasses perched on her nose.
“Mrs. Moore. Bennett,” Thomas greeted them with a warm smile.
Yvonne, standing beside him, stopped as well. Her gaze fell on Emma, who looked as stunning as ever in a flowing bohemian dress and a priceless gem necklace. Time hadn't touched her. Emma, in turn, was subtly studying Yvonne, a girl as fresh and beautiful as a budding flower.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Emma asked Thomas with a knowing smile.
“No, just a junior colleague from the industry,” he denied, though the look he gave Yvonne was full of affection.
Yvonne, however, was focused on Emma. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Moore,” she said politely.
“Hello,” Emma replied with a smile that was pleasant but distant.

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