Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me novel Chapter 408

The next day, Myra received a text message from Heather early in the morning. After so many years, Heather still preferred the direct way of texting. Myra had always been a light sleeper, so she woke up when her phone buzzed.

‘What time are you leaving?’

Heather was direct in asking the question. Glancing at the time on her phone, she then immediately replied.

‘See you at Times Square at 10AM.’

The nearest shopping mall to the Hart Residence was Times Square. She estimated that she would be able to make it there by 10AM.

‘Okay.’ Heather’s text messages were always short and sweet. In fact, she wasn’t a straightforward character, but she was only this direct to Myra and never lied to her.

Since she was meeting up with her best friend, Myra got all dolled up and wore a white cotton dress. She hadn’t dressed like this for a long time, and wearing this outfit made her look a few years younger. She was overflowing with youthful energy.

In addition to that, after seeing Heather, she felt like she had gone back in time. After graduating high school, she felt nostalgic about the past and all the things that they had gone through.

On the other hand, Heather favored light-colored and simple outfits, so most of her clothes were white. Today, she wore a simple, light green, spaghetti strap dress.

In her opinion, life was already complicated enough, so she didn’t see the point of making everything else so complex. Even the thought of the fancy things the Langston family wore made her head hurt.

Growing up in that environment, one would either be deeply affected by it or abhor it. She was one of the few latter. Frankly, the only thing she was thankful to her parents for was not giving her a gaudy name.

Heather arrived at Times Square first. Usually, she would arrive early when there wasn’t anything going on. If she left right on time, she would probably run into some unexpected situation. As such, she’d much rather arrive early than late.

Fortunately, not long after she arrived, Myra came. Heather was a little surprised when she saw her as she nearly forgot what she looked like in a white cotton dress.

Even though she hadn’t been home the past few years, she knew about Myra and Sean’s failed marriage. She had only met Sean once, but she could already tell that Sean was a fool. Compared to him, Tony was indeed much smarter.

“I’m always later than you,” Myra said helplessly.

“Time management requires reasonable planning, which involves statistics.” Heather’s lips curved into a small smile. The scholar’s brain was filled with things the average person wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

The pleasure of shopping wasn’t just walking around in the mall, but also in buying. Retail therapy was a pleasant experience for the mind and body.

As a child, Heather had the knack of being a spendthrift, while Myra was used to restraining her in time. Otherwise, Heather would have spent impulsively on numerous things that were mostly useless.

For example, when buying clothes, Heather would buy a lot at once and hang them in her closet. She would rarely wear them unless she particularly liked it, while the pile of clothes that she never wore grew.

After so many years, Heather still hadn’t changed. She was the most irrational when she was shopping. To her, as long as it was something she liked, she had to buy it regardless of its practicality.

“I’m going to buy a lot of things today,” Heather said as she opened the memo on her phone and handed it over to Myra.

“Are you sure?” Myra stared at her worriedly. The memo was a few pages long, and she assumed that it would grow longer as they shopped.

They might even need a truck to send all the items back home. Just as Myra was considering whether to call up a delivery truck, Heather had begun her shopping spree.

“I haven’t been home for so long and they’ve completely messed up my room. I didn’t even sleep well last night. I warned them not to touch my room before I left the country, and yet my room looks like a unicorn puked in it.” The thought of her pink, floral-themed bedroom with a princess bed made her gag. She complained about her family’s taste, and that it was making her stressed out.

“It was inevitable.” Myra comforted her. Just as she expected, Heather had an endless stream of complaints when she returned to the Langston Residence.

“Let’s go to the furniture shop.” Just then, Heather tugged on Myra’s arm. She was still mad that her family had messed up her room.

Myra nodded firmly as she started her big task. She knew Heather would go crazy at the furniture store and buy a whole new set of furniture for her home.