I sucked at playing games.
I had no choice but said to Glenn, "Why don't we play some other games?"
"Forget it. I'll play by myself. You are even worse than Grandpa Ryan!" The tone of Glenn's voice was extremely disdainful.
I felt a little frustrated with my self-esteem.
Originally, I didn't have a low opinion of my ability, but when I played the game, my fingers didn't listen to me.
I decided that I should find some time to practice on games.
Two weeks after Patrick's birthday, I finally received his message again.
He didn't send me the address in a text message this time, instead, he sent me a GPS location.
When I opened the location, my face was full of confusion.
It was located on a mountain in the suburbs of City Y. From that location, it should be close to the top.
"Is there a restaurant?" I doubted it.
I looked at the location and sent a WhatsApp message to Patrick. [Are you sure it's here?]
[Yes, I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Will you start from the studio or home?]
He asked.
Maybe it was because I knew how to drive, plus the things that had happened before, I just wanted to drive on my own.
I thought, "In case I have any conflict with him, in the mountain, I can't go anywhere I want to without a car. I will only be subject to him."
"Definitely won't!"
Therefore, I told Patrick that I would drive by myself.
He disagreed at the beginning, but he couldn't resist my insistence, so he had to agree.
Fortunately, the date he chose was not on weekend.
Because the location was on the mountain, I guessed that I would spend the night there. I didn't go to the studio that day, but stayed at home and packed up the luggage I needed for about 1or 2 days.
After getting it in the car, I was about to start.
As soon as I started the car, my phone rang. I took a look at the number, and there was a name on the screen-Shirley.
When I saw this name, I was a little surprised.
She and I hadn't contacted each other for a long time.
Why did she get in touch with me at this time?
Is it related to Shelton?
I hesitated for a moment before answering the call.
"Is it Janetta?"
Shirley's voice came from the other side, which was the same as before.
I was silent for a second before I said, "Well, it's me.
"I'm Shirley." Shirley introduced herself as she might think that I didn't have her number, then she said, "Do you remember the wedding dress you booked here last year? It's finished. Do you have time to try it on?"
"Wedding dress?"
When Shirley said those two words, my mind was blank for a moment.
After thinking for a while, I finally remembered that it was the wedding dress Shelton booked.
It was ironic.
In just one year, Shelton and I became strangers dramatically from an unmarried couple.
And a lot of pains and misfortunes I had suffered before were owing to him.
Thinking of this, I said again, "Sorry, he and I will not get married, so I don't want the wedding dress anymore."
"Really?" Hearing my answer, there was obviously a little pity in Shirley's voice, but soon she added, "I spent a long time making this wedding dress. It was the wedding dress in which I devoted most diligence in recent years, and it was made according to your size. If you don't wear it, you can take it back home and collect it."
"No, I can't. I..."
"This is the wedding dress I made for you, not for the bride of Shelton. Don't misunderstand."
Shirley seemed to have already understood what I was worried about.
"That's not necessary. I'm sorry." I brought the wedding dress Shelton booked back home? It sounded strange.
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