Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 233 A Comparison

"Clara, what do you think?" Laura pointed to her clothes.

"Well, you look good in it, it suits you very well," Clara replied.

"Then why don't you try it on too? I think this dress suits you very well. How about buying the same

outfit for the two of us? I've wanted to have a sister who dresses like me since I was a child." Laura

handed the clothes to Clara.

"Me?" Clara didn't understand what Laura wanted to do. She shook her head and refused, "I don't think

this dress would suit me."

"You wouldn't know that." Laura pulled Clara and pushed her to the fitting room, "Go and have a try

first."

Being forcibly pushed into the fitting room by Laura, Clara had to change into the dress she handed to

her.

"Wow, you look so beautiful in it, much better than me." As soon as she came out, Laura praised her in

an exaggerated tone. "I always feel that the waist design of this dress is a bit high for me, but for your

height, it is just right!"

"Really?" Looking at Laura in the dressing mirror, Clara doubted her words. This dress made her Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

slender waist more charming and the hollowed-out buds in the middle revealed the most beautiful arc

of her waist, making people unable to take their eyes off her. Not suitable?

In contrast, Clara was standing with her not looking so good.

"Well, you are prettier than me in this." Laura said it again with certainty and turned to look at the shop

assistant aside and asked, "What do you think?"

The shop assistant smiled awkwardly when she heard the question, not knowing what to say. She

could only say to herself, in terms of appearance or figure, that this young lady was not as beautiful as

the one at the beginning.

Of course, this was for comparison. The latter was also very beautiful but the style and color of this

dress are not very suitable for her. She was not as good-looking in this dress as the lady just now. But

with a weird, and nondescript feeling.

Although they also hope to sell as many clothes as possible. Even if she said that going against their

heart, that lady would not actually believe it.

Seeing that the shop assistant just smiled awkwardly and didn't answer, Clara understood what she

meant and her face suddenly turned red.

When Clara looked at them in the dressing mirror, she was completely overshadowed by her light,

especially when they were wearing the same clothes, it seemed that she was not as good as her in

every way.

"Hey, I'm asking you, why don't you talk?" It seemed like Laura was complaining the shop assistant but

she was not. She even gave her a thumb up in her heart. The shop assistant looked at her blankly just

now, but she had a bright mind. This silence suited her very well.

Seeing her smug look, Clara understood why Laura insisted on her trying on this dress. Laura wanted

to see her make a fool of herself.

"I don't like this dress. I'll change it." After saying that, Clara went directly into the changing room.

After changing her clothes, Clara looked at the blue dress and went angry. Was it fun to play a little trick

like this? Was it fun?

But when she thought of how she was standing with Laura in the same clothes just now, her anger

turned into grievance and inferiority.

Making herself aware of the gap between them, was this the purpose of her asking herself out? If this

was the case, Clara had to admit that she succeeded. In her heart, she thought that she was inferior to

Laura.

Sulking in the changing room for a while, Clara walked out of the store without saying a word to Laura.

Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered. Now that she knew Laura's purpose, it would be better to

play it cool and walk away.

Laura didn't care about her attitude; she had got what she wanted anyway.

Laura pointed to the clothes she had just changed and said to the shop assistant, "Wrap this up for me,

and I won't change this one on my body. I'll pay the bill later."

"Okay, please wait a moment." With a polite reply, the shop assistant said nothing more, turned around,

and walked to the counter with the clothes.

"Wait," Laura pointed to the large and small bags that Clara put in the resting place, "Wrap those up

and delivered them directly to my house later. I will give you the address now."

"Okay." The shop assistant took out the paper and pen from the pocket of her overalls and handed

them to Laura and replied respectfully.

After watching it for so long, she probably understood what was going on. No wonder this lady was

unhappy when she said she could deliver to her door just now, she was trying to embarrass the lady

who left just now.

Although she has a bad impression of this beautiful young lady, it is none of her business, and she

can't say much, she should do her job well.

When Clara returned home, Horace had already come back from getting off work and was sitting on

the sofa in the living room watching the evening news.

"Didn't I forbid you to go out?" Horace took her hand and let her sit beside him, "Your feet are not

completely healed, so don't go out in the next few days."

"My feet are fine." Hearing Horace's concerned tone, Clara felt warmed and her bad mood improved a

lot.

"Where did you go today, why do you look unhappy?" Seeing the faint anger on her face, Horace

touched her hair and asked curiously.

"I went shopping with Laura today." Clara lowered her head. She didn't want to mention her name in

front of Horace, but she didn't want to lie.

Hearing that Clara said that she went out with Laura and thinking of her unhappy face when she came

back just now, Horace guessed that there was some unpleasantness between them and it was

probably related to him.

Horace did not know whether to tell her about something. If he said it, he was afraid that she would be

as angry as last time; if he didn't say it, he was afraid that she would be angrier when she found out.

Without hearing his words, Clara raised her head and looked at Horace a little nervously, only to find an

embarrassed expression on his face.

"What's the matter? Is there anything you want to tell me?" Clara asked.

"Well," Horace paused and looked at Clara worriedly, "I still think it's better to talk to you about it, but

please don't get angry."