Hilla looked at Lori, who was standing at the door, and forced a smile, trying to look natural, "Ms. Gilmore? Please come in!"
Only then did Lori come to herself. She nodded at Hilla but stayed put. It seemed that she was full of uneasiness.
Lori had never seen such a gorgeous villa. She was dazzled by the light of the crystal lamp above her head.
She thought that this kind of house would only appear on TV.
Now she was standing in this house, and there were two beautiful and noble women in front of her. They looked like the Princesses in fairy tales.
Lori looked at Hilla, then at Margaret. Then she shook her head forcefully.
"No. It's OK."
"Just do as Hilla told you. Why do you look so scared? Are we bullying you?"
Margaret looked at Lori at the door. Lori had a delicate face and bright eyes. She was petite and slim, looking like a frightened deer. That was what a pretentious girl would look like as the novels said.
