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?”

wash our clothes at the side of the

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

at the side

it in the past? What era did

the house didn’t have water

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

bring you to the side of the river. If

real headache for

really didn’t understand why this rule existed. But since she was living under their roof, she needed to follow their

certainly didn’t want to go against that

clothes and followed the young girl to the side of the

were two young boys who

the courtyard of the house. It was a short distance from the back of the

Piles of stones were scattered around the

Florence was surprised that there were also several women washing heaps of clothes at the side of

scene, Florence was in

which a group of women were washing clothes at the

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

customs of the people of Raflad indeed made Florence have

that had an even surface. There were two or three women washing their clothes together at that place. She then

to take the opportunity to ask about the

they immediately stood up and looked at her

fingers at her and were speaking a dialect that

were talking about, it was obvious that they

but

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

a great possibility that its citizens

the reason why the women pointed fingers at

a real

it would be difficult

in dialect, she really could not understand what

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

would be better to wait for Ernest to come

palace now. It seemed that he

wonder he was

She soaked her clothes in