My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was puzzled but she didn’t ask any questions in the end.

After walking for a while, the young girl led Florence through a small garden. They reached the furthest point that was diagonally opposite their starting point and entered the legendary dressing room.

It really deserved to be called as a dressing room. It was even bigger than her dressing room in the Frasers' Mansion.

One could even say that this was a clothing store that had a medium or large scale.

In the dressing room, there were many shelves that were neatly filled with stacks of men’s and women’s clothing. Different kinds of clothes were hanging on multiple clothes racks.

If this place wasn’t located in the woman’s house, Florence would suspect that this place was actually a clothing store.

The young girl looked around the dressing room and eventually ran up to a shelf that was located deep in the dressing room.

“Beautiful sister, your clothes are here.”

Florence followed the young girl and walked up to the shelf. She then saw her complete set of clothes that was placed on the shelf.

At the side of her clothes, there was Ernest’s large cotton padded coat. However, his other clothes were not in sight.

She thought that he had already worn them.

Florence originally wanted to take all of her clothes, but considering the weather, she could just wear a layer of clothing or a dress. She would only sleep in that room temporarily and moreover, it seemed that there was a local custom of refraining from placing other things in their rooms.

After hesitating for a while, she only took the clothes she needed.

Carrying her clothes, Florence passed through the small garden again. After she had reached the room in which she woke up just now, she changed her clothes.

As for her previous clothes, she would wash them.

While holding her pajamas, Florence went out of the room. After searching the whole house, she didn’t find any washing machines or any special places to wash the clothes. She could only wash them in the bathroom.

Just when she turned on the tap and was about to wash the clothes, she heard the young girl who was at the side talking in a nervous tone.

“Beautiful sister, you cannot wash your clothes here. You will be scolded.”

Florence suddenly froze before she could wet the clothes.

The young girl had been a great help to her. Moreover, she was innocent and kind. Florence believed her words instinctively.

She was puzzled and asked, “Why can’t I wash my clothes here?”

rule in the house. We wash

and widened her eyes. She didn’t know how to react to the young girl’s

at the side of the

it in the past? What era did they

that the house didn’t

want to go there, but the young girl walked up to her and

bring you to the side of the river. If you wash your clothes in the

a real

didn’t understand why this rule existed. But since she was living under their

didn’t want to go against

no choice. She took her clothes and followed the young girl

two young boys who were glancing

of the river was not far from the courtyard of the house. It was a short distance from the back of

around

that there were also several women washing heaps of clothes at the side of the river at

Florence was in

as if she was watching a historical drama in which a group of

wasn’t clear-headed, she would have suspected that she had travelled

of Raflad indeed made Florence have a feeling of getting back

or three women washing their clothes together at that place. She then decided to wash

the opportunity to

when she went near the women, they immediately

even directly started to point fingers at her and

what they were talking about, it

but to stop in

situation in Raflad. In this era of unlimited access to information, Raflad had always refused to communicate with the outside world

was a great possibility that its citizens would shun and resent

reason why the woman had treated her so rudely. This was also the reason why the women pointed fingers at her

a real

would be difficult for her

blabbering in dialect, she really could not understand what they

Florence found another empty place. She accepted her fate, squatted down

Ernest to come back. She would

that so-called palace now. It seemed that he should

great. No wonder he was her

smile. She soaked