My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 687

Florence was puzzled but she didn’t ask any questions in the end.

After walking for a while, the young girl led Florence through a small garden. They reached the furthest point that was diagonally opposite their starting point and entered the legendary dressing room.

It really deserved to be called as a dressing room. It was even bigger than her dressing room in the Frasers' Mansion.

One could even say that this was a clothing store that had a medium or large scale.

In the dressing room, there were many shelves that were neatly filled with stacks of men’s and women’s clothing. Different kinds of clothes were hanging on multiple clothes racks.

If this place wasn’t located in the woman’s house, Florence would suspect that this place was actually a clothing store.

The young girl looked around the dressing room and eventually ran up to a shelf that was located deep in the dressing room.

“Beautiful sister, your clothes are here.”

Florence followed the young girl and walked up to the shelf. She then saw her complete set of clothes that was placed on the shelf.

At the side of her clothes, there was Ernest’s large cotton padded coat. However, his other clothes were not in sight.

She thought that he had already worn them.

Florence originally wanted to take all of her clothes, but considering the weather, she could just wear a layer of clothing or a dress. She would only sleep in that room temporarily and moreover, it seemed that there was a local custom of refraining from placing other things in their rooms.

After hesitating for a while, she only took the clothes she needed.

Carrying her clothes, Florence passed through the small garden again. After she had reached the room in which she woke up just now, she changed her clothes.

As for her previous clothes, she would wash them.

While holding her pajamas, Florence went out of the room. After searching the whole house, she didn’t find any washing machines or any special places to wash the clothes. She could only wash them in the bathroom.

Just when she turned on the tap and was about to wash the clothes, she heard the young girl who was at the side talking in a nervous tone.

“Beautiful sister, you cannot wash your clothes here. You will be scolded.”

Florence suddenly froze before she could wet the clothes.

The young girl had been a great help to her. Moreover, she was innocent and kind. Florence believed her words instinctively.

She was puzzled and asked, “Why can’t I wash my clothes here?”

“This is a rule in the house. We wash our clothes at the side of the river.”

Florence was surprised and widened her eyes. She didn’t know how to react to the young girl’s words.

They washed their clothes at the side of the river?

Didn’t they only do it in the past? What era did they live in?

Furthermore, it was not that the house didn’t have water supply.

Florence didn’t really want to go there, but the young girl walked up to her and gently tugged at Florence’s sleeve with her small hand.

“Beautiful sister, I will bring you to the side of the river. If you wash your clothes in the house, you will really be scolded.”

This was a real headache for Florence.

She really didn’t understand why this rule existed. But since she was living under their roof, she needed to follow their local customs.

Moreover, she certainly didn’t want to go against that fierce woman who left before.

She had no choice. She took her clothes and followed the young girl to the side of the river.

Behind her, there were two young boys who were glancing around.

The side of the river was not far from the courtyard of the house. It was a short distance from the back of the house.

The riverbank was very wide. Piles of stones were scattered around the riverbank. It was still convenient to step on them.

Moreover, Florence was surprised that there were also several women washing heaps of clothes at the side of the river at that moment.

Looking at the scene, Florence was in a daze.

It was as if she was watching a historical drama in which a group of women were washing clothes at the side of the river.

If she wasn’t clear-headed, she would have suspected that she had travelled through time to the past.

The social customs of the people of Raflad indeed made Florence have a feeling of getting back to nature.