Chapter 47: Old Classmate Eileen Scurr

At the entrance of another antique shop along Antique Street, a crowd had gathered to watch the commotion. Ander Yale pushed through the bodies. "What happened? Why's everyone crowding here?" An old man turned, annoyed. "Kid, even when you want to ogle a pretty face, there's a line. Quit shoving." Ander offered a sheepish smile. "You're right, sir. Sorry for cutting in on your view." "I just want to know what's going on. Why is that beauty onstage crying?" The old man sighed with sympathy. "Tsk....