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“Understood,” Carrie said, brushing past him briskly.
She resolved to head upstairs, change, and distract herself by going shopping with Camille. The bright sunlight
seemed to pierce even the cold of the air-conditioned house.
Carrie chose a chic purple backless T-shirt and paired it with breezy white palazzo pants.
Silently, Kristopher entered, selected another T-shirt from the wardrobe, and handed it to her. Placing his hands
on her shoulders, he frowned slightly. “This choice doesn’t suit you. Try this on instead.”
Carrie slipped out from under his grasp, eyeing the shirt skeptically. “I just finished my makeup. A tight T-shirt
like that would ruin it.”
Kristopher set the shirt aside and grabbed a denim jacket, handing it to her with concern. “Consider a jacket over
that; it’s quite revealing.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie rolled her eyes. “That jacket’s way too heavy. It’s blazing hot outside—how do you expectto wear
that?”
Determined to find a suitable alternative, Kristopher searched the closet, finally presenting her with a few
options. “Any of these should be fine. Just cover up your back a bit. It’s too exposed.”
Carrie was at a loss for words. The T-shirt was hardly scandalous, with only a modest cutout no larger than a
hand. She was taken aback by Kristopher’s unexpectedly conservative views on women’s attire.
Preferring not to debate such a minor issue, she snatched a shirt from the assortment he offered and quickly
slipped it on. “Are you satisfied now?”
However, Kristopher’s dissatisfaction lingered. “That shirt’s somewhat transparent. | can still see...”
In response, Carrie tically began unbuttoning the newly donned shirt. “Then maybe | should wear nothing
at all.”
Kristopher hastily retreated. “No, no—that one is acceptable, just barely.”
Carrie stopped, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.
Since Katrina's true identity becpublic, Carrie found herself easily recognized. To minimize disturbances, she
and Camille decided to meet at a boutique known for its exclusivity and privacy.
The boutique, tucked away inside an office building and operating by appointment only, catered to a selective
clientele. It offered a mix of accessible luxury items and rare, collectible pieces, ensuring privacy and exclusivity
for its patrons.
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Carrie stepped into the boutique, knowing Camille was still caught in traffic. The boutique’s owner, a woman in
her early thirties, radiated a blend of youthful charm and quiet confidence. She approached with a beautifully
arranged afternoon tea and set it down before Carrie. “Mrs. Norris, do give this a taste. | prepared it myself after
training in Izrosa to master dessert-making.”
Carrie lifted a slice of the delicate layered cake. The soft texture melted in her mouth as the fruity aroma
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmblended harmoniously with the creamy sweetness. It struck the perfect balance—not overly sweet, yet deeply
satisfying. “This is incredible,” she complimented earnestly. “It's even better than the desserts in those famous
Izrosa shops in Orkset.”
Before the shop owner could respond, a loud voice cfrom the doorway.
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