I was lost in thought. Diana liked to wear hear high heels, too. Years ago, we had no money, so the high hells she bought were very uncomfortable. Every time when she was hurt by them, I would buy her a pair of slippers at the roadside stalls. Then I would laugh at her and forced her to change them. Diana would listen to me and complained that slippers don’t fit her.
It seemed as if those things haven't been gone for long.
I turned to her and said, “Wait a second.”
It didn't take long for me to come back. I handed her the shoe box and said with a light smile, "I think the size might fit you.”
She froze for a moment and took the box. After opening it, she looked at me and asked, “You bought this for me?”
I nodded, “I don’t know exactly what you like, but the shoe should be able to match your clothes. It’s not a big brand, but to wear is okay.”
I knew that her shoes were expensive, but I could not afford those. After coming back from HL Area, I didn’t go to work. Dennis did give me some money but I didn’t want to use it. I intended to get a part-tome job after passing my graduate-entrance examination, so that my usual expenses would be ensured.
She changed the shoes and grinned, “Do you know, Clara, you are the first woman to buy shoes for me. My brother and Zack don’t know too much about aesthetics, so I never ask them to buy for me.”
I smiled. Her parents was living abroad. As the youngest daughter in the Lewis’, she didn’t know too much about the family.
“You can wear them if you feel comfortable.” I said. But then, when I raised my head, I saw Dennis walking toward us. The handsome man was extremely eye-catching.
“Wow...” muttered Folly.
As Dennis walked to us, Folly said, “Mr. Dennis, I suggest that you could appear in public with a slightly lower profile next time. Someone is already taking pictures."
Fortunately, those people were calm and did not flock here as if seeing a star.
Dennis smiled and looked at me, “Are you tired? What did you buy?”
He was holding my hands so I was warm. Looking at the bags beside me, I was a little embarrassed, “Just some clothes.”
Folly was in a good mood, “And a pair of shoes for me!”
Then she deliberately walked in front of me, “Wow! It’s really comfortable! Much better than high heels!”
I smiled and didn’t say anything.
Looking at me, Dennis held my hand tightly. Then he lifted my shopping bags and took me away.
“Hello? You have left some bags! Are you blind?” Folly was shouting behind us.
Dennis didn’t say a word, and he was just walking out of the mall with me.
“You have left something?” I asked.
He gestured for me to look in a certain direction.
Then I saw Zack coming. Knowing what he meant, I walked away with him.
His eye-catching black McLaren sports car was parked outside the mall.
“Why are you driving it?” I asked. He hardly ever drives this.
Putting the stuff in the trunk, I noticed that they were all the sets that Mofilin had chosen for me. How did he know they were mine?
“I chose it at random.” he said, “What do you want to eat for dinner?”
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