Chapter 58

Fathia stared at her bedroom ceiling, propping her head up with her arm instead of using a pillow. She declined Jack's enthusiastic invitation to see the garden. Maybe because of her sudden melancholy mood, which she hadn't anticipated, or confusion about how to master her emotions, Fathia decided to return to her room.

Jess wasn't in her room either. She said she wanted to go swimming, taking advantage of the time when Kenzo wasn't busy working. The annoying male version of Jess usually returned around eight in the evening.

When Naomi told the story about her mother's past, Fathia sat at the dining table, lost in thought for a while. If it weren't for the offer of mango pudding with a layer of chocolate custard on top, she might not have been distracted.

"Mrs. Rossie was like Miss Felice, if I may say so, a duplicate of Mrs. Rossie... Miss Felice. Beautiful, independent, assertive, intelligent too. But Miss Felice didn't lik