My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 913

The day of making the marriage proposal was approaching.

Phoebe also felt a bit anxious.

Earnest would go to the Fraser Mansion for the marriage proposal, which meant she would also go there with Florence.

Although it wasn’t the first time she would go there, this visit was different. She was going to be the daughter-in-law of the Fraser family. She could chat and laugh with Victoria in the video call, but meeting in person? Phoebe felt more and more nervous when the day was getting closer.

It would be pretty official.

One morning, Phoebe rushed into Florence’s room. “Flory! Flory!”

Florence was still sleeping. Suddenly, Phoebe’s voice woke her up, and she sat up directly.

She worriedly asked, “What’s up? What happened?”

Phoebe directly walked to her bed and grabbed her arm.

She said anxiously, “Flory, you must help me this time. You must.”

“What on earth happened?”

Florence was confused by her, feeling quite uneasy.

So many significant events and bad things had happened recently, so Florence had become oversensitive, like a cat on hot bricks.

Phoebe gripped her hand tightly. “I... I... Well, what kind of girl does your mother like? What kind of dress does she like the girl to wear? Please help me choose my outfits.”

Florence was speechless. Suddenly, she didn’t want to talk to Phoebe.

She barged in the room to startle her in such an early morning just because of this?

She shook Phoebe’s hand off, turned around, and lay down on the bed. “I’m still sleepy. Not now.”

Phoebe dragged her out of the quilt.

“Flory, you are the best. Please... You will help me, won’t you?”

Florence closed her eyes and ignored her.

Phoebe continued to beg her. “Flory! Flory! I can’t do it without you. Please save me.”

She kept buzzing in Florence’s ears and shaking her. Florence’s sleepiness was utterly shaken off.

Florence said helplessly, “All right. All right. I’ll help you choose them.”

“You are the best, Flory. I love you.”

Phoebe pecked on her cheek.

Florence opened her eyes suddenly. Rubbing her cheek, she said, “I haven’t washed my face yet.”

“Eww!”

Phoebe instantly retched while covering her throat. She complained, “No wonder it’s so greasy. Eww! So disgusting.”

“Phoebe Jenkins! Choose your outfit yourself.”

“Wait! I’m not sickened. Flory, your skin is tender and clean even if you don’t wash your face. May I kiss you again?”

“Get out!”

After tidying herself up, Florence was dragged by Phoebe out of her room.

The Turner’s Mansion was different from the Fraser’s. It was located downtown, so it didn’t take Florence and Phoebe much time to arrive at a mall.

Florence followed Phoebe to a women’s clothing store.

Phoebe, who always had a unique taste in her outfits, lacked self-confidence. She was at a loss.

From time to time, she asked, “Flory, will Mrs. Fraser like this one?”

As if she wasn't choosing for herself, but for Victoria.