Two people.
Ice, plus a... oh, an acquaintance.
With a slight turn of her gaze, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman beside Ice.
Daisy Deacon.
She was dressed in a cool and stylish denim outfit—a denim jacket paired with jeans and brown boots. The pants were tucked inside, showcasing her good figure. Her long hair was tied up, and a wide-brimmed hat covered half of her slightly high forehead.
Under the brim was half of a beautiful face.
In terms of facial features alone, Daisy was even more attractive than Erina Taylor was back then. Her features were well-defined, fitting various countries' beauty standards. Yet, on such a pretty face, one side bore a long scar. The wound had healed, but it left a scar.
While Flossie examined her, Daisy's sharp and keen eyes also scanned Flossie from head to toe, like an X-ray, finally meeting Flossie's gaze.
A hint of a friendly smile emerged.
"R?"
Daisy confidently extended her hand to her.
