The two of them hugged briefly before letting go.
"I know who was pretending to be Sophie Bennett, it's you, isn't it?"
"Clever." She sat down, placing her bag on the chair beside her, "Thanks to you for the Robert Langley facade, you helped me a lot, and I even mooched meals at your place, honestly, I feel guilty."
He poured some wine, "Don't say that, I invited you to the meal, I'm already happy you're willing to grace me with your presence."
"I heard you have a son, and he's already a few years old. Who's the mother?"
"The child was through surrogacy."
Alice Brooks, about to turn the corner, halted her steps, and then heard Charles Sharp say, "But, would you believe it, the child's mom is now working as a nanny in my home."
She stood there, thunderstruck.
"A nanny?" Lucy Eaton asked, "Is she married?"
"No, she's single."
"Will you tell her?"
