184: Average, third in the world_6
"You can call me Rachel," Flora Tiarks said.
"Rachel, you look beautiful too," Grace White greeted with a smile.
Rachel Barton politely expressed her thanks.
She tried her best to leave a good impression on Grace White.
Just then, Mr. White sauntered in from behind, "Sis, what are you buying..."
He looked up.
And his eyes met with a girl in a red dress, his words stuck in his throat.
She looked very different from her usual simple attire.
A conspicuous beauty.
Yet, a purity shone through.
It was captivating.
Viola Thompson gave him a slight nod, "Mr. White," she greeted.
Then she turned to Flora, "I'm going to change back into my clothes."
She turned around to change.
Her back, which was the envy of many girls, especially the three red straps tied behind her back, made one want to untie them and discover the mystery beneath.
In this moment,
Mr. White could hear his heartbeat.
Strong and clear.