Anne looked at the person who was sitting quietly beside her and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Lottie, let's go shopping." When she finally caught the person's eyes, Anne continued, "We haven't gone shopping for a long time. We are seldom free. Why don't we go shopping and watch a movie after that? There's a new movie recently." Charlotte had just straightened up, but now she was dragged up from her seat. She smiled helplessly and could only nod in agreement.
"Anne, where is my suitcase?" "Here it is." Anne pushed the luggage in the corner toward her friend with a helpless look. She couldn't help urging Charlotte, "Lottie, you're too slow." "It's just the way I am." Charlotte was in a good mood when she saw the glum look on Anne's face.
It was half an hour later when the two of them finally walked out of the apartment.
"Lottie, let's go downtown directly and buy something first. But I have to tell you that I am not in charge of cooking. I absolutely don't want to enter the kitchen." Anne said like a spoiled brat.
"Look at that smug face of yours. I want to punch you in the face." Charlotte shook her head helplessly. She slowly shifted her gaze to the rows of high-rise buildings outside the car window.
On their way downtown, they inevitably passed by the Emerson Corporation office building. Anne silently glanced at Charlotte. She sighed in relief when she did not notice that there was anything unusual with Charlotte.
However, Anne's relieved sigh did not escape Charlotte's eyes. Charlotte wasn't calm at all. She just hid her emotions well.
Emerson Corporation was the only thing her mother let her. Sooner or later, she would take it back! "We're here." Anne opened the car door excitedly and waved at Charlotte, who sat next to her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"We haven't been here for a long time." Charlotte couldn't help but sigh.
"Humph, even if you chere, you only go to the children's clothing stores. You never buy anything for yourself." Anne spoke in a sarcastic tone.
But deep down, she thought that if she had an adorable daughter, she would give the child everything." "Con, I'll help you transform yourself. Let everyone see the new you." Anne smiled cunningly and ran into the mall while holding Charlotte's hand.
Standing at the door of a hair salon, Charlotte was hesitant, but she was pushed in by Anne.
"Anne!" "Welcome." The receptionist at the front desk bowed to Anne and Charlotte, beckoning them toward the lobby. "Con, let's go in." Anne glanced at the photos of hairstyles on the wall. She rubbed her chin silently, as if thinking about something.
"Excuse me, do you want to style your hair?" Suddenly, a man's voice rang out and startled Anne.
"Yeah. My friend wants a makeover," Anne said.
"I don't want to change my hairstyle for the tbeing. I've chere to shop with you." Charlotte protested helplessly.
Although she was a designer who could produce the most avant-garde works, she herself wasn't stylish and chic in any way.
Ten years ago, as the heiress of Emerson Corporation, she was destined to attract attention wherever she went. But now, she only wanted to keep a low profile and minimize her sense of presence. "Sit down. You can't make the hairstylist wait, can you?" Anne used her final trump card. She placed her hands directly on Charlotte's shoulders and continued, "I know that you don't want to be too eye-catching. But you should shed your dull pretense. Stop hiding and compromising. It won't do you any good." "After all, looks are important these days." The earlier part of Anne's speech caused Lottie to fall into deep thought. But the second half baffled her.
"I want this hairstyle on my friend. Can you do that?" Anne suddenly pointed to the picture in her hand. Her gaze unconsciously fell on Charlotte's delicate face behind her old-fashioned eye-glasses.
Charlotte had always been a stunner, but she made herself ugly on purpose.
"No problem. Miss, you indeed have a keen eye." The hair salon glanced at the hairstyle on the photo with a smile. He asked Anne to wait in a corner.
An hour later, the hairstylist gazed at his marvelous handiwork and felt very proud of himself.
"It's done. It's simply perfect." The hairstylist glanced at Charlotte. Although her black glasses still blocked half of her face, one could tell that she was a beautiful woman. "Charlotte walked towards the place where Anne was sitting, feeling a little conflicted. And Anne took off Charlotte's glasses right away.
"Ah, that's more like it." Anne's eyes lit up at the refreshing sight before her. She had known that Charlotte was very beautiful. Even if Anne wasn't interested in women, she was still stunned by her friend's pretty face. All men should envy Shane for being a lucky b*stard.
Meanwhile, Anne lamented for her poor brother who had let Charlotte get away...
Charlotte looked at her reflection in the mirror. She now had wavy hair that complemented her delicate features. "Lottie, let's go and try on sclothes." Unable to dampen Anne's enthusiasm, Charlotte had no choice but to brace herself and follow Anne.
"I want this..." Anne set her eyes on a yellow dress.
"Pack this up for me," said another person.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Charlotte heard that person's familiar voice, hatred instantly erupted in her eyes, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
"What are you doing here?"
Spotting a familiar figure in the store, Anne immediately shielded Charlotte behind her and looked warily at m Etaine, who dressed sexily. From up-close, they could catch a faint whiff of pungent perffrom Elaine. "Why can't I be here? This is a clothing store, not your house." Elaine deliberately raised her voice so that the few shoppers around her could hear her.
"Elaine Emerson, I picked this outfit first," Charlotte said.
Suddenly, she slowly pushed Anne, who stood in front of her, aside and pointed to the yellow dress with a cold expression.
"Yes, it was Lottie who chose it first. First come, first serve. Don't you know that? How rude!"
As soon as Anne finished speaking, Elaine shot a finger at her and m Charlotte. However, she suddenly sheered and took out a VIP card from her bag. Then, she handed it to the retail worker. "I am a VIP customer."
The retail worker glanced at the golden card, and then looked at Anne and Charlotte, who were empty-handed. She made her o.m decision and said, "I'm Sorry, miss, NO this dress will be given to Mrs.
Emerson." Charlotte suddenly leaned in toward Elaine, who had a smug expression on her face. She whispered, "Elaine Emerson, if I give up on something, it means that I'll be after something better. You, on the other hand, can pick up things that I've discarded." There was no emotion in her voice. Elaine's face, which was slathered with BB cream, turned paler.
"You..." Elaine tightened her grip on the hem of her shirt and glared hatefully at Charlotte.
All this time, this was the last thing she was willing to admit.
Why was Charlotte showered with love and fortune as soon as she was born? She could get everyone's attention almost without doing anything.
When Charlotte turned to leave, Anne said, "Lottie, wait a minute." She did not intend to leave right away. Under everyone's puzzled gaze, she said to the retail worker word by word, "You're fired." "Huh?" RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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