She hadn't had a milkshake for a very long time?

How long was it? But even so, she didn't have to cry about it, right?

However, seeing that Mashauva's tears wouldn't stop, the waitress didn't have the heart to ask more but went to get her some napkins.

"Here, wipe your tears with it."

Mashauva's gaze was all gratitude when she saw the napkins.

"Thank you."

However, wiping it only made it worse as her tears wouldn't stop, crying as she drank.

Noticing the oddity, the other customers directed their attention to Mashauva one after another. She would've felt self-conscious if it was any other day, but she was suffering from heartbreak that day, so she didn't care what others thought.

After downing several cups of milkshake, she was filled to the brim and sickening even more so.

She looked up and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, do you mind showing me to the washroom?"

Washroom?

Someone grabbed Mashauva's arm, pulling her up as a deep voice rang.

"I'll take you there."

Disoriented, Mashauva followed the man. It took her quite a while to figure out something was amiss.

Why did the voice sound so familiar? Could it be?

However, her stomach was churning, and the washroom was right ahead. With a bigger problem in her hands, she ran to the washroom before she could verify her suspicion. Thud!

Mashauva vomited into the sink as soon as the washroom door closed.

but that she couldn't drink anymore

be having another for a very,

miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the

Crying close-eyed.

seeing it in teen dramas. She couldn't understand what

that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how

her head in her knees, so worn

a long silence, the washroom door opened, and a series of steady

he looked at the girl in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he might scare

long time that Bruno

tone, as light

there was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

carried her up, and with that, she

Bruno realize she was fast

were red, and there were wet tear stains on her face;

she fell asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for this

one

and stepped out. Seeing that, the

softly, "I'm

waitress wanted to say more, but her colleague held

had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure

gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out,

waitresses in the parlor couldn't help

toward his sister. Oh, how I wish I could be his sister." "You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be his wife instead?" "C'mon, it's already a dream to be

can only look at them

At the Taylor villa.

her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif he were to marry

pleased when she

Mashauva returned home in Bruno's

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