Chapter: 1651

As they drove toward the theater, Gerry suddenly glanced at Cliff. "By the way, Cliff, how do you know Laney‘s measurements so well?"

Cliff kept his eyes on the road, replying flatly, “I estimated.”

Gerry raised an eyebrow. “Estimated? It's a ballet costume. Those need precise measurements. What are you, a walking measuring tape?"

Cliff didn't bother responding. Instead, he parked the car and got out, walking ahead.

Pulling out his phone, Cliff checked for any missed calls or messages from Laney. There were none. It wasn't that she couldn't reach him.