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 side of

her eyes. She didn’t know how to react

clothes at

the past? What era

was not that the house

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

the river. If you wash your

was a real headache for

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

go against that fierce woman who left

clothes and followed the young

there were two young boys who were

not far from the courtyard of the house. It

wide. Piles of stones were scattered around the riverbank. It was still convenient to step

that there were also several women washing heaps of clothes

Florence was in

a group

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

the people of Raflad indeed made Florence have a feeling of getting back to

her surroundings and found a place that had an even surface. There were two or three women washing their clothes together at that place. She

take the opportunity to ask about the situation

women, they immediately stood up and

fingers at her and were speaking a

they were talking about,

no choice but to stop

era of unlimited access to information, Raflad had always refused to communicate with the outside world and its

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 and were hostile to her at

real headache for

it would be difficult for her to ask for

were blabbering in dialect, she really could not understand what they

choice but to give up the plan. Carrying her clothes, Florence found another empty

to come back. She would then directly ask

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

No wonder

Florence couldn’t help but smile. She soaked her clothes in the river water