My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Why isn't it possible?" Freya said calmly. She added, "Even if you receive the offer letter to study in university, you'll have to spend a few more years in school. Honestly speaking, the knowledge from books isn't practical in real life, so why don't you apply for a lawyer's license and work for a few years as an apprentice? With connections of the Moore family and the Roberts, starting a law firm and having an excellent business is a piece of cake."

I wasn't interested in a law firm, but Freya's plan did suit me very much.

The thought of graduating with a master's degree had always been my concern. I was so determined that I became short-sighted. I had never thought that I could skip that step and take the bar exam instead. Since the ending was the same, why choose the most complicated journey?

After careful thought, I registered for the nearest exam online with Freya on the spot.

After we were done, Freya stretched and began to search for Anne, asking, "Where's Anne? I've been here for so long, but haven't got to see her yet."

"Maybe she's playing with Madam Parker in the backyard," I answered. Although Anne's a small kid, the cold really didn't bother her at all. She had a snow fight almost every three days. The snow in Jarold City had not melted yet. She probably had Minnie pile up snowmen with her.

we held each other's arms and walked

on the stone pavements,

closer, I saw Anne's small hand had already turned red from the cold, but she was still holding quite a large snowball in her hand. Anne kept throwing it

it was Minnie who was with her, but when I turned around, I saw

about the cold at all. Estella had been forming snowballs and having a snow fight with Anne, but she did not throw a snowball at Anne. Obviously, she was giving in to her.

face had darkened. I let go of her hand and went over to Anne's side, pretending to be angry as I lectured Anne, "The weather is so cold.

to me and let go of the snowball in her hand, allowing it to fall

the coat for Anne. She said, "It's my fault, it's my fault. I didn't take

came up to us and said, "Mrs. Roberts, this must be Anne. She's

up and saw Estella smiling all along. Her eyes were full of affection for Anne.

but I felt a little unhappy and could not force a smile. I