"Whoa, it's freezing!" The moment she stepped out of the car, Cecilia Ashworth felt like she was turning into a popsicle. She scrambled back to grab the coat she had tossed inside and hurriedly put it on.
It was so cold; she was about to be frozen into a popsicle.
Seraphina Ashworth was also bundled up in a thick coat and scarf. She was the type who naturally ran cold; her hands and feet were almost always ice-cold in the winter. Every time she spoke with Caden Reginald on the phone, he would always remind her to dress warmly before hanging up.
"You're bundled up like a ball. Can you even move?" Maurice Ashworth, Cecilia Ashworth's older brother, teased her without holding back. She was so wrapped up he could barely recognize her.
Cecilia Ashworth fastened the buttons on her coat and pouted. "Of course I can move."
"Seraphina, let's go." Cecilia Ashworth linked arms with Seraphina Ashworth and looked toward the International Market Center with excitement.
