#Chapter8
EMMA'S POV
Long, red hair that fell to her back, eyes that were like the green forest, high bridge nose and plum lips that were painted bright red.
Every part of the woman was beautiful and sophisticated. No matter how I thought about it, she was not the kind of woman who would stop strangers on the road and ask them to check out her store. Moreover, even if it was true, judging by the very expensive clothes and shoes that she had, there was no way that Lina and I could afford anything that she sells.
Thus, I furrowed my brows at her before respectfully saying, /"I'm sorry. We already made some plans./"
/"We did?/" Lina, who was stunned silly by the woman's beauty, suddenly asked me. /"Aren't we just going to the thrift store to buy dresses?/"
I blinked at her innocent face who did not seem to realize that she blew up my story.
