Mabel Doyle remained silent, staring at her steadily. Of course, Jane was right, but: "Aren't you underestimating yourself? With your looks, if you changed into formal attire, you'd be more appealing and beautiful than eighty percent of the women out there!"
Although Jane wasn't someone whose beauty took one's breath away, her features were delicate with the unique charm of mixed heritage, and coupled with those faint amber eyes, she was very distinctive, drawing many glances on the street.
Mabel often said Jane was the most elegant and unique girl she'd ever met!
"Thank you for the compliment!" Jane leaned in to hug her, resting her head on her shoulder, saying with a playful smile, "As a reward, I'll reluctantly sleep over with you tonight..."
"You're not going home?" Mabel looked down, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Aren't you afraid your dad will come over and drag you back!?"
