That night, Tony drove the car back to James’ house. James was sitting in the front seat beside Tony; while Bella was sat with Sybil in the back, chatting happily. Tony was their main topic of conversation.
“Tony, your clothes are so old… doesn’t my brother give you a good salary? You need you to look for some nicer stuff to wear,” Sybil said with a cheeky smile.
“He bought the clothes himself. Why do you blame me?” James asked.
Tony smiled shyly.
“The clothes I’m wearing now are last year’s designs. . They might not be in fashion, but they’re good quality and comfortable. Of course as you major in fashion and design, you must have a better taste than most ordinary people.”
Tony’s words made Sybil swell with pride.
“Maybe I can take you shopping someday. I’ll help you choose some nic
