Sylvia Thompson looked like the perfect little sister, not showing a single flaw.
"Great." Seeing Sylvia so understanding, Mary Perryne was even more moved.
After all, she was the child she had raised with her own hands, and all these years, Sylvia had never disappointed her.
"By the way," Mary continued, "I'm planning to have custom dresses made for your sister's Family Reunion Banquet on the 18th. What color do you want yours to be?"
Sylvia held Mary's hand and naturally leaned on her shoulder, "As long as it's your choice, I'll love it."
Mary laughed happily.
"Mom, you've been tired all day. Let me give you a shoulder rub," Sylvia stood up and massaged Mary's shoulders, "You used to be busy with my sister's things, and now you can finally have a good rest. How about I take you to do a spa treatment tomorrow?"
She wanted Mary to know that only she was the most filial daughter.
