Emerald Lake Villa Community, a detached villa named Aurora Pavilion.
Aurora Richardson was leaning on Joseph Thompson, crying like a tearful mess. Her tears and snot had wet Joseph's white shirt, making it wrinkled like a map.
"Aurora, stop crying," Joseph rubbed her back gently, comforting her: "Isn't it just a pair of shoes? If you really want the same pair, we can just go directly to the company and have them custom-made, right?"
Joseph felt that Aurora crying so much over not getting a pair of shoes was indeed making a big fuss over a small matter.
"It's not about the shoes at all," Aurora, leaning on Joseph's shoulder, cried with her shoulders shaking, her voice choked: "If it was anyone else today, I would have given in, but it's her. She took my husband, took my car, ruined my car yesterday, and today... she even wants to take a pair of shoes from me!"
