My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I pursed my lips, feeling a little aching sensation on my head. "Naomi, perhaps Sebastian is not the right guy for you after all," I said. "You deserve better."

There was a long pause. After Naomi collected herself, she said, "Arianna, did you find out something about Sebastian? Is he seeing another girl? Is that why you're saying such things?"

In retrospect, I realized that I did not quite put things right. Momentarily, my mind went blank. "No, I was just telling you not to overly invest in this relationship," I said. "Don't dwell too much on it. I'm a little busy these days. When I'm free, let's meet up with Wendy for dinner. By the way, how's Wendy doing?"

Immediately after my explanation, she stopped wallowing and replied, "Well, she's fine. But I think she's a little odd. She likes standing by the window to enjoy the cool breeze. And she doesn't talk much. She talks

a long scar on the left side of her chest. Perhaps she has been injured before? I didn't dare to ask her since I'm not particularly close to her. Are you close to her though? I don't really know her well, so I was

I reckon she should still be able to

I know? By the way, how do you know about her depression? How long have you

exasperation. How inquisitive could Naomi be? One moment she was devastated by Sebastian, the next she turned nosy and probed deep into Wendy's personal

time. So I said, T ve met her once in Asherton. Hence, I know a little about her personal life. You' re right, she's not cut out for entrepreneurship. But because of her father, she is determined to run a business.

the call, I wanted to go to the hospital. But I realized Hendrix had not had lunch. Thus, I walked around the food street in the city center and bought some of