“Madam, wasn’t your trip to Europe meant to be a getaway? Why then…”

Why bring textbooks?

Homework, perhaps?

Cherise chuckled sheepishly, “The finals are approaching… I need to prepare for it…”

Moved, Frances quietly unpacked the books. “Madam, you are truly a hard worker…”

Head bowed, engrossed in her phone, Cherise silently nodded.

On the screen, a list was sent from Lucy.

“I want postcards from Europe!”

“Designer clothes from France!”

“British comestics!”

“And… Perfumes!”

“Sis, you never

“Right.”

Lucy, but not

I want it!

forget everything

helplessly. “Alright, I’ll buy them

of the list and forwarded it to

left with

“Fine, I’ll get them.”

words.

in her hands, Cherise

his wife giggling like a silly kid over her

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at the phone, and affectionately ruffled

I have no clue about the stuff

lived here for years; surely

smiled faintly. “We’ll

up the phone and showed her

sent him Lucy’s

me a favor at your

Cherise was speechless.

in a voice message. “Lennon Belcourt, can

Lennon’s innocent voice. “I’ve never courted a girl, and I don’t

Cherise shot back. “Neither has

“He knows…”

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