"Not available? You must go to the charity dinner, OK? Don't offend the Johnsons and cause trouble for us." Ada directly stuffed the envelope into Claire's arms.
On the second floor, Phoebe stopped to see the scene and smiled disdainfully.
She would definitely find the man who she met in the rain.
That noble, elegant, and perfect man was bound to belong to her.
But Claire could only marry a fool.
This was the gap between them.
Back in the room, Claire threw the invitation letter to the corner.
On Tuesday night, she had made an appointment with Gallon to go farming in the countryside.
At night, Phoebe folded the handkerchief, gently placed it next to her pillow, and fell asleep with a rippling heart.
With clatters, it rained cats and dogs.
Phoebe fell on the roadside, wet from the rain. She looked around in a daze, not knowing what was going on.
