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Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

The girl emerged from the bathroom, clearly surprised to find Arielle standing right in front of the door. Having mild social anxiety, her face reddened with embarrassment instantly.

“I… You…” she stuttered.

Sensing that she was having trouble speaking, Arielle started, “I’m waiting for you. Were you crying because you got picked to perform on stage?”

The girl nodded silently. The motion caused her tears to leak out, startling even herself. She then rubbed her palms hurriedly across her face. “I’m sorry…” she apologized awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Arielle’s voice was noticeably softer. “Do you have any talents? If you’re too embarrassed to sing or dance, you could play an instrument.”

The girl shook her head. “I don’t know how to play any… but I can draw and write calligraphies.”

“Drawing and calligraphy…” Arielle repeated softly. All of a sudden, her eyes lit up. “How about drawing something on stage?”

“I can’t… My mind goes blank whenever there’s a lot of people staring at me,” the girl admitted.

“In that case…” Arielle shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll perform on behalf of you.”

The surprise offer rendered the girl speechless for a few seconds. Then, she stared at Arielle in disbelief as she confirmed once more, “Will you?

Arielle nodded. “Yes, I’m not bluffing you here. But, if you’d like, we could always perform together.”

“Together?” The girl considered her proposal seriously. “Never mind. I think it’s best I don’t… I’ll only hold you back.”

“Just listen to me for a second…” Arielle proceeded to convince her.

That little prep talk managed to convince the girl as the latter nodded her head enthusiastically. “Okay, let’s do it together! And, as repayment for your help, I’ll take charge of cleaning our room in the future. I’m really good at it!” she proclaimed proudly.

Arielle laughed. “I can tell. I’ll let you handle this week’s cleaning. We’ll take turns afterward.”

“All right!” The girl’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always thought it would be hard to converse with a pretty lady such as yourself. But…” she trailed off.

“But? Looks aren’t everything you know. Even a pretty lady farts and shit like everyone else. Besides, you’re pretty adorable yourself.”

Being complimented for the first time, the girl’s face reddened, making her look much like a ripe apple.

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