My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Aurelia and Wynn had great attitudes, and it was easier to deal with them since they were my biological children. I had never encountered any situation like this, even when getting along with Anne. This was out of my capacity and all I could do was watch her cry.

Society was indeed cold, and passers- by loved watching things play out from the sidelines. As the cries got louder, those who had been minding their own business shot their gazes and stares from every direction possible at us.

To be at the centre of attention was not all wonderful.

I signaled Freya, saying, "You caused this. So, fix it!"

Freya pretended as if she hadn't heard a word I had said.

I was at a loss. "Is this what best friends do? Make a mess and leave the rest for the other to clean up?" I thought.

Anne added, "If you can hold back from crying, I have a solution for you to earn more money and receive more blessings for your mother. If you agree, wipe your tears and follow me. You only get

one chance."

second was all it took for the cries to come to a

the little girl in one hand and the flower basket in the other as

was dumbstruck, as if I had just witnessed Wynn comforting Aurelia

could count on Anne, unlike you. You can't even handle a child." Freya started lashing

yourself down instead of getting worked up so easily. You scare off everyone who approaches you. Who would dare get close to know and protect you

hedgehog with thorns all over her body. Anyone who tried to get close to her would get easily wounded. Although her heart was actually softer than anyone else's, she

the poor girl go, yet Freya had a plan all along. The little girl's impression of Freya for the rest of her

what he wants? I'm not interested, nor do I have the capacity for that. Those that

I am who I am, and I am not the typical girl you see

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but she was alone. The little girl she had been with earlier was

promoting and selling items should be a walk in the park

problem was resolved," Anne stated nonchalantly before she walked past us and went to regroup

curiosity of how she did it kept