Sarah Moore heard the commotion behind her and knew David Johnson was back.
She turned around, did a twirl, and blinked, asking, "What do you think? Do I look beautiful in this?"
"Beautiful..."
Hearing this response, Sarah seemed quite pleased and continued humming a tune while doing her makeup.
"What's the occasion for dressing like that?"
I spoke up. He really didn't want Sarah dressing like this to attend any party or event—it would be like a feast for how many perverts!
Although I had no romantic involvement with Sarah, after spending the past few days with her, I already considered her the person I was closest to in Brooksdale.
Sarah tucked her hair behind her ear, turned around, and smiled, saying, "When a woman puts on makeup, it's certainly for shopping..."
"Who are you going shopping with?" I asked instinctively.
