"Don't move. This outfit I'm wearing now is brand new."
Florienna Ellis resisted a bit and shoved George Robbins' hand off her back, pulling it down without any mercy.
"Just a dress, isn't it? If you want, I'll buy you ten of them." George glanced dismissively at Florienna's dress and spoke with disdain.
"How can that compare? This one is my own design." Florienna adjusted the hem of her dress, a hint of pride flickering across her face.
"Oh?"
George seemed intrigued by Florienna's words, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "You can even design clothes?"
But his remark earned him an eye-roll from Florienna.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't get upset; I'm just joking, just joking." Though George smiled faintly, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Florienna, on the other hand, walked straight to the chair that originally belonged to George and sat down naturally, crossing her arms as she stared at him.
