As the girls arrived into the house, they were bombarded with questions.
"How did it go?"
"That guy didn't do anything funny to Elenea, did he?"
"Relax. Zann's with them, nothing could've happened."
Elenea laughed nervously, trying to answer each of their questions one by one. However, Aranea on the other hand only stared at her new shoes—two things running in her mind.
One, is that how pretty her new shoes are, and how they are probably twice as expensive… and two, who stole her shoes?
Though her shoes weren't particularly bad, they were rather cheap and worn. They fit her dress decently, but they didn't look outstanding. They were the exact depiction of the phrase "not bad."
Aranea headed to her room, and lied down to the bed, eyes glued at the ceiling.
She wouldn't deny it. It was a really fun night.
"Who knew the market was that pretty?"
