The BFF House had a two-story structure with a fantastic design—little bridges over flowing water on the first floor and stunning foreign landscapes on the second. The themes were so breathtaking they made one's heart flutter. The purpose was to ensure that everyone who came here could fully let go and enjoy their time, chatting about everything under the sun.
However, being named the BFF House, it naturally attracted mostly groups of sisters.
At this moment, Charlotte was sitting on the second floor near the stairs, watching Abigail Summer bustling about energetically downstairs, and observing every table of guests sharing their feelings and exchanging knowing glances as they chatted. She had never imagined she could one day be this happy.
For her, just being able to live freely without the burden of gossip was happiness enough.
"Charlotte, someone's looking for you outside!"
In a daze, Abigail Summer, who had been moving around downstairs, had already run up to her.
