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 "I know it is from a brand that trended a few years back, but it is now outdated.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After hearing what she said, I agreed that I was pretty outdated.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 help of

to get worried about the amount of things we had. She pondered for a while before

never thought that a straightforward woman like her would speak in such

to do some carrying. There is too much stuff and I

little dramatic.

know when to be weak. It is not that I can't carry all of them, but because

on puddles."

women were responsible for being gentle, nurturing and

women.

saw that I was stuck in a daze, busy in my own thoughts again, she took her phone out

gotten off work?" I looked at her wide-eyed,

she

city centre mall, help

she dared to speak to Hendrix like

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