Mrs. Seymour's tea party was much more subdued than imagined.
Not many people came; when Thea Shaw arrived, at the exquisitely arranged tea party, only Mrs. Seymour and two unfamiliar noblewomen were chatting.
Thea Shaw saw Leon Vaughn.
She sat on a white long bench, wearing a luxurious water-blue long dress, her head lowered, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
Her attire had changed from top to bottom, even her hair had been carefully styled.
She had transformed completely, only some faint, fine marks on her skin indicated what she had experienced.
She seemed unconcerned with hiding these.
Thea Shaw greeted Leon Vaughn when she saw her: "Hello, Leon Vaughn."
Leon Vaughn looked up, her expression somewhat surprised: "It's you, Miss Shaw."
For the person who had once saved her, Leon Vaughn was full of gratitude: "Thank you so much for what you did that time."
