"Oh God! picking up a nightdress was as hard as I thought!"
The blonde girl panted. Gazing upon the man who's now standing beside her with a distant aura.
Seeing him the way he does his face, Freya cuffed the man's cheek.
"Oh dear. My love, why are you like that? aren't you happy?" she asked in her girly tone.
for a moment, Azriel gazed at her—which he immediately took away as soon as he saw her face.
Freya frowned, asking, "What happened, Zayn? did I do wrong?" she asked hoping for the man to retort.
"Could you please pick one immediately? I'm late for my office." finally, words came out of his mouth.
But not on the way Freya was expecting to.
Her brows furrowed, looking at Zayn who's now looking at his wristwatch irritatingly.
"Mr. Clutterbuck and Ms. Montemayor, do you now have your choices?" Saleslady greeted.
