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?”

a rule in the house. We wash our

didn’t know

at the side of

only do it in the past? What

was not that the house

to go there, but the young girl walked up to her and gently tugged at Florence’s

sister, I will bring you to the side of the river. If you wash your clothes in the house, you will

a real headache

she was living under

to go against that fierce woman who

took her clothes and followed the young girl to

young boys

from the courtyard of the house. It was a short

was very wide. Piles of stones were scattered around the

several women washing heaps of clothes at the side

Florence was in

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

she would have suspected that

the people of Raflad indeed made Florence

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

also wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the

went near the women, they immediately

even directly started to point fingers at her

about, it was

but to stop in

remembered their analysis of the situation in Raflad. In this era of unlimited access to information, Raflad had always refused to communicate with the outside world and its borders

its citizens would shun and resent

rudely. This was also the reason why the women pointed fingers at her and were hostile to

real headache

was apparent that it would be difficult for

she really could not understand

clothes, Florence found another empty place. She

would be better to wait for Ernest to come

palace now. It seemed that

No wonder he

but smile. She soaked her clothes