Coolest Girl in Town

Chapter 3,Coolest Girl in Town

Elise had a rough guess in mind. This man’s probably Alexander, the eldest son of the Griffith Family. Before she could speak, though, the man continued, “Open your eyes and see whose room this is.” Elise was startled. Only then did she notice by the faint moonlight that this didn’t seem to be her room. No wonder I felt different from when I was sleeping earlier. I’ve actually gotten into the wrong room?!

She got up from bed and apologized in embarrassment, “Uh, I’m sorry. I got into the wrong room. I didn’t mean it.” “Get out,” replied the man in a deep voice. And Elise left in embarrassment. The next day, Elise was still feeling sleepy when she went downstairs and heard Danny say with a smile, “That woman is ugly, Alexander. I heard from the servants that she entered your room last night.

but he vaguely remembered the flawless fair skin of the woman who wore a nightgown with her hair hanging down loosely. As they spoke, Alexander noticed Elise coming down the stairs. Even though she had changed her clothes, her skin was as black as charcoal, and the moles on her face made her look as ugly as

last night. Elise also looked at Alexander, who looked impeccably perfect in his black suit. His features were so delicate as though they had been elaborately carved by God himself, and he gave off a powerful aura that made him look awe-inspiring. She

without taking another glance at her. Danny shot a glance at Elise before mocking, “No wonder you acted ordinary in front of the four of us yesterday. Turns out you’re hitting on Alexander! Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect you to be such a hard one to read, Elise!” Elise’s lips twitched when she heard this. All I did was enter the wrong room; how does that make me such a person? she thought. However, rather than explaining herself, she seated herself in the dining room and ate

ignored, Danny walked up to her. “I’m telling you, Elise—Alexander will never like you. He has someone he likes, so you’d better stop dreaming.” “Uh-huh.” “Why don’t you hit on me instead? If you please me enough, I may let you stay a few days longer in the Griffith Residence.” Elise shot Danny an impassive glance with a frown of disgust. “You? You’re still a boy.” Danny was

two, looked at them without saying a word. Then, he glanced at Elise as she was having breakfast. She’s from the countryside, yet she conducts herself with grace and has the air of a lady from a rich family. Could this be