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?”

is a rule in the house. We wash our clothes at the

surprised and widened her eyes. She didn’t

their clothes at the side

only do it in the past? What era did they live

that the house

girl walked up to her and gently tugged at Florence’s sleeve with

you to the side of the river. If you wash your

was a real

this rule existed. But since she was living under their

she certainly didn’t want to go against

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

were two young

the house. It

of stones were scattered around the riverbank. It was still

women washing heaps of clothes at the side

the scene, Florence was in

she was watching a historical drama in which a group of women were washing

clear-headed, she would have suspected that she had travelled through

Raflad indeed made Florence have a feeling of

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

to take the opportunity to ask about the

went near the women, they immediately stood up and looked at

directly started to point fingers at her and were speaking a dialect

what they were talking about, it was obvious that

had no choice but to

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

was a great possibility that its citizens would shun

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

real headache for

situation, it was apparent that it would be difficult for her to

blabbering in dialect, she really could

to give up the plan. Carrying her clothes, Florence found another empty place. She accepted her fate, squatted down and washed

would be better to wait for Ernest to come

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

was great. No wonder he was her

help but smile. She soaked