Harry's pitch-black eyes glanced at the clothes in her hand, and his little lips pursed slightly, "Evelyn buys all the things I like."
"…" It's like she said nothing at all.
Forget it, she might as well keep overthinking it.
After much struggle, Evelyn Sherman finally managed to set aside a few items, holding onto the clothes she really couldn't bear to leave behind, and handed them to the salesperson beside her. As she was about to turn around to see if the Little Princess had made her choices, she saw a soft little figure running quickly towards her and with a plop, dove into her embrace, clinging to her legs and starting to cry.
"Wuu wuu, Evelyn lied, didn't meet a Prince while wearing the Mask, met a rascal instead!"
"What happened?" Evelyn was startled and immediately looked down with concern to check on the Little Princess. Seeing no injuries, she picked her up and looked up at the bodyguard who was following the child.
