Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand novel Chapter 392

392 Wayne, What Are You Doing?!

Tammy and Isabella were shopping in a downtown mall. Isabella had dreadlocks on her head, and she wore baggy pants and a tight red top. Tammy was dressed in a puffy pink dress, ballerina shoes, and colorful hairpins. She was only eleven years old, and she was alittle shorter than Isabella. Yet, she was already a pretty little girl

The two walked through the mall, drawing a lot of attention. Isabella led Tammy into a store and handed her a studded leather skirt, saying, "This store's design is fantastic! Why don't you give it a shot?"

Tammy rolled her eyes and pointed to the shiny studs on it, saying, "This dress does not suit me; it is not my style! Why are there so many studs? It's not 2003, for God's sake!"

"Come on, you can't stay the same forever! You should try new things. Tammy, do you enjoy dressing up as a colorful birthday cake all your life?"

Tammy blinked, "Try more new things? Then, why don't you change your style?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Ill choose an outfit for you, and you'll choose one for me."

Isabella examined Anna from head to toe and appeared hesitant. "All these clothes are for little girls, I'm not wearing them," she explained.

Tammy elaborated, "Because you dislike my taste, you should understand that | dislike yours as well. So, why don't we switch out styles today?"

\sabella thought for a moment and said, "Not a bad idea. Let's try 391 Wayne, What Are You Doing?! something new!"

"I didn't mean to force you to do that," Tammy said, frowning. Isabella, on the other hand, had already made up her mind. She then went around the store, looking for clothes for Tammy.

Isabella loved to dress like rock stars and preferred to dress in dark colors. As for Tammy, she preferred sweet and cute clothing and only wore pink. They both looked strange after switching styles.

Ten minutes later, Isabella stood in front of the mirror and surveyed herself. She was wearing a beige dress and pink satin ballerina shoes.

A few guides around her discussed, "Is it me, or is she's little weird in that dress?"

"She does."

Meanwhile, Tammy stared wide-eyed and pretended she didn't know Isabella.

Isabella was wearing a lot of makeup and had a lot of dreadlocks on her head. She didn't look right in the beige dress. Still, the shopper complimented her, saying, "Young lady, you look stunning! This dress looks unique on you, and you make it even more beautiful!"

Isabella scratched her head, feeling flattered. She said, "Well, if you say so, then I'll buy it."

As Tammy looked at the price and widened her eyes in surprise, she realized that the guide had complimented Isabella in this way to sell this expensive dress.

Then Isabella tugged Tammy's arm and said, "I'm done shopping! Now, it's my turn to buy you a new dress. Don't try to run away. I will make you feel what it's like to be the cool girl today."

Tammy was about to complain when she heard a girl in front of her 391 Wayne, What Are You Doing?! say, "Hey! It's you!"

Isabella and Tammy both looked up, but neither recognized this girl. It was a young girl around Isabella's age. She wore a white T-shirt, denim shorts, and a black backpack. She wore her hair in a ponytail, which made her look very energetic.

Surprised, she looked at Isabella and said, "It's me! Don't you remember me? You saved me at the airport yesterday!" Isabella said, "Oh, it's you! | remember you."

"I went to the airport security office yesterday to look for you after | found my driver. However, they said that you had left. I wanted to thank you and look for you, but | didn't expect to see you here today. By the way, my name is Natalie Wright," the girl said, smiling and extending her right hand.

"Isabella Thomas."

Natalie smiled and looked at the little girl next to Isabella, "Is this your sister? Wait... Are you... Are you Tammy?!" Tammy was stunned when she saw Natalie and even more surprised when she heard them introduce themselves. Natalie, on the other hand, was the first to recognize her.