My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was a familiar face. We were not close, but I knew who she was.

It was Dahlia. She picked up her ticket, glanced around as if trying to hide from someone and hurriedly went to the International boarding gates.

She was going abroad? Where to?

I didn't know her very well, so I did not want to pry into her affairs. Seeing her leave, I didn't stay any longer. I took my plane ticket and went towards my gate. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Somehow, I had recently had a habit of doing some reading before boarding. It was a good hobby after all.

After a four-hour flight, it was late when I arrived at Jarold City. As I got off the flight, I switched on my phone. There were still no messages from Hendrix, and I felt quite distressed.

It was eight o'clock in the evening and I wasn't sure if Anne was asleep already. After a moment's thought, I decided against calling her and took a taxi to the hotel directly, planning to see her only the next morning.

slow. She

looked at her with

hung up, she looked at me and said apologetically, "Sorry, miss. We are fully booked, we

and asked, "It's only eight o'clock and all the rooms are

Day holidays. Recently, we have had a few tour groups checked in. And so, other guests would have to book rooms in advance...

parade soon, and Jarold City was heavily

seemed that I would be turned away at other hotels anyway. So, after a moment's pondering, I called Freya. Luckily, she answered immediately, "So you've finally decided to call me. I thought you were gone for

said, "There is something

help me with."

"Sure, what is it? I'd

City. The hotels are all full. I might need to

a stranger! I'm so flabbergasted. Where are you? I'll come to pick you up. My family home

immediately sent her