Maxwell Peary nonchalantly dawdled, taking a full ten minutes before finally leaving the bathroom.
Nia Mitchell let out a sigh of relief, quickly relieved herself and then washed her face.
Once done, she hurriedly sought out Maxwell Peary, but the vast bedroom was already empty.
Nia Mitchell furrowed her brows. He must have gone downstairs, she thought.
Nia Mitchell pouted and headed alone to the cloakroom to change. Faced with a pile of brightly colored clothes, she furrowed her brows again.
What should I wear today?
Would this one be too flashy? Would that one be too plain?
After hesitating for a long time, she decided to stick to her usual style and be her true self.
Maxwell Peary sat in the living room, newspaper in hand. Hearing a noise from the stairs, he looked up.
"I thought you'd dress up like a colorful butterfly today."
But there she was, still in her usual attire—a simple T-shirt and blue jeans, just like always.
