After her class ended, Stella’s body was covered in sweat. Having just changed into a fresh set of
clothes, she exited the changing room when she saw some parents gathering outside, talking about
something.
Stella did not have the habit of poking her nose into other people’s business. She walked alone to the
other side to fill up her thermal flask.
She walked out along the corridor while sipping on her water and saw the group of parents dispersing
slightly. She stopped in her tracks upon recognizing someone familiar.
Guinevere?
What was she doing here?
Guinevere spotted Stella almost immediately, despite being separated by the crowd of parents. Her
smile slowly faded, but she remained calm and composed as she looked at Stella and gave her a slight
nod.
“Ella,” She called out to her, stood up, and walked over.
Those parents looked at Guinevere, then back at Stella before whispering in hushed tones, especially
those teachers in the training center who were gawking at Stella with complicated looks on their faces.
“She’s here to look for Ella!”
“That can’t be! You mean even a famous celebrity like Ms. Cohen heard about how well she teaches
and comes especially for her?”
“Impossible! She must be here for something else! What’s more, Ms. Cohen doesn’t have any children
for Ella to teach!”
“What if it’s the kids of her relatives?”
Everyone took turns to throw out their guesses, all of which Guinevere overheard but completely
ignored.
She walked toward Stella, asking, “Do you have time? Shall we chat over some coffee?”
Stella shook her head. “I’m sorry. I still have work to do.”
A rejection, as expected.
Guinevere smiled at her. “Don’t be nervous. We parted rather unhappily at Yvonne’s house that day. I
specially made a trip here to apologize to Yvonne.”
“Yvonne went overseas for work. You can come again to find her next time.”
With that, she turned around to leave.
Guinevere took a step forward and grabbed her arm. “Come on, don’t embarrass me like this. There
are so many on-lookers.”
A look of sincerity was plastered on her face. “It’s just a cup of coffee. Or, Ms. Ella, are you afraid of
something?”
She fixed her gaze on Stella’s face as if searching for clues, suspicious as to why two people who bore
such striking resemblance to each other could exist.
She must confirm the truth with Stella or she would never be able to rest in peace.
Stella could sense her intentions. She suddenly turned around and looked at her indifferently, “Since
Ms. Cohen has said so, I shall oblige. What’s more…”
She paused for a moment and turned to look at the other teachers in the training center with a smile.
“Ms. Cohen is a famous celebrity, after all. Your sudden and desperate arrival, looking for me, is akin to
advertising. I might have hordes of rich ladies handing their children over to me for all you know. I’ll be
so glad if that happens.”
“Is that so?” Guinevere raised her eyebrows. There was a hint of mockery in her eyes, but she said
nothing further.
In the café.
Right after the waiter served them their coffees, Stella got straight to the point. “Ms. Cohen, what
exactly do you want?”
Guinevere leisurely sipped on her coffee and stared at the foam on top, “Aren’t you even a little bit
curious about that woman who looks very much like you?”
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