My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I opened the door and stuffed the knitted jacket into my waistband. She looked at it and nodded to herself, saying, "Hey, this is perfect with a light tan coat. You can tie your hair up." As she spoke, she reached out to help me tie a bun.

Freya stood at 1.7 meters tall and was in high heels, so she was a head taller than me.

After she tied my hair up into a bun, she snapped her fingers to call the receptionist over. "Pack up the clothes I just picked, and please help me discard the clothes she changed out of just now. Thank you!"

I was dumbfounded for a moment. "Those clothes can still be worn."

She shrugged. "I know it is from a brand that trended a few years back, but it is now outdated. Why would you still want to wear it? Isn't it good to wear outfits of the latest season?"

I was speechless.

Hendrix had bought me those clothes before moving into the villa four years ago. After I returned from Hovell, he even asked Evan to slightly alter their design. Since they were comfortable, I often wore them and did not care about when they were released.

After hearing what she said, I agreed that I was pretty outdated.

Freya wanted. I needed to take a taxi home while Freya had driven herself without the

things we had. She pondered for a

her would speak

centre. Come and help me to do some carrying. There is too much stuff and

she was being a little dramatic.

at her strangely. With a curl on her lips, she explained, "Women should know when to be weak. It is not

on puddles."

laughter. Apparently, when it came to relationships, women were responsible for

women.

in a daze, busy in my own thoughts

I looked at her wide-eyed, surprised at

did she

my gaze and continued, "The city centre mall, help me pick

she dared to speak

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