At the Edward family residence.
"Dad, are you kidding me? I'm getting ready to buy a new dress so don't scare me." A smile full of compulsion etched on Clara's curved lips that were polished with glamorous lipstick with unpredictable durability.
In Mr. Edward's study, which is dominated by white with a few soft and refreshing touches of color in some corners, Clara looked more like an antagonist who wanted to destroy the residence.
She laughed blandly like someone who had lost her most precious treasure but she was forced to look happy. "Dad must be angry because I acted badly in the boutique, right? Hah…..hahahahaha!"
The room that had always been cold and cool now seemed hot and stuffy to Clara. Even her hands brushed the air a few times so that there was a little wind that hit her already seething face.
