"You are so damn correct about that," Amos asserted standing up from the couch. "We were born to be the best among millions of people, and this makes us a perfect match…,"
"I quite agree with the first part of your sentence but I don't know about us being a perfect match," replied Joanna.
Just like the previous time she started approaching the fitting room before he could get to her.
"She is hell-bent on running away from me. She is one interesting lady. I wonder for how long she thinks she can keep this up?"
Amos muttered his gaze glued on the fitting room.
Meanwhile, as Joanna and Amos were having a great time shopping, in the Queen Mother's chambers Tracy was seen constantly looking at the entrance leading to the dining room.
Tracy's once worried expression turned to that of relief when she saw a maid in a blue outfit walk into the dining.
