Emma's POV.
"Hey hey..."
I was gawking at the person standing before me.
"Gina?!"
My old school buddy was smiling at me, her fingers holding an ancient pot.
"Yeah madam. I need this pot and you for a while"
I was on counter duty and already three thousand antiques and pottery had been sold. Our show was already a damn success. The village area was buzzing with people from different regions, touching our creations with curiosity and love, one that left me feeling satisfied.
I stared at Gina, who had brought back a lot of memories into my head.
"I am behind the counter, as you can see, madam"
Gina smiled, "Yeah, I can wait"
She was alone, guessing no other familiar faces were around.
She gave me a smile and paid for the antique, before gesturing she would be by the corner.
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