Jade Carlson drove the car into the Summers Residence garage and went to the small building to hand the car keys over to Purple Summers.
A pink fluffy ball was attached to the metal keyring.
Purple took it with a grin, lightly pinching the fluffy ball.
Familiar touch...
Embarrassingly enough, although she appeared as a strong woman in the public eye, a little princess resided in her heart. She loved anything fluffy, pink, and cute.
Whenever she saw rows of claw machines in the mall, she couldn't help but stop.
Her attitude towards love also yearned for a fairytale-like romance with a prince charming.
Aria Jackson often teased her about this, calling her childish and old-fashioned. Even middle school girls read president novels now, who still reads fairy tales? How could a prince charming possibly exist?
Purple felt a bit smug.
Who said he doesn't exist?