Ling Ye approached Grace, and her gaze was stuck on her gown. "Standing from afar, I thought it was fake, but it's very much real. Your gown is so beautiful."
Grace simply nodded; she wasn't supposed to talk to anyone. "This is the nightingale; I have always wanted one, but it's so rare to find. Where did you get it?" She questioned Grace, but she did not respond. Even if she wanted to reply, then what was she going to say?
I didn't buy the gown, so I have no idea.
"At least tell me the price; I will start saving up." Ling Ye didn't back up. Grace sighed; it was so hard not to reply.
"It's so hard for a lady like me; I try too hard to afford my stuff and don't depend on some man. But it gives me the feeling of freedom, you know? My dad always wanted me to count on him, but I decided to work hard for myself," she explained, and Grace sighed. Why was she telling her all this?
