Emily had gone shopping as the little retard before. But in the past, she had always been asked to follow behind Elsie and Beverly, watching them being flattered. And she had always been left out of the crowd. At that time, she was new to the family and found the whole city strange and unsettling.
However, Elsie and Beverly left her there alone and only came to find her until they finished shopping.
The little retard cried alone for a long time then.
"Miss Emily." A voice interrupted her wandering thoughts. "We've been standing here for a long time. Do you like this dress?"
It was Harold.
He was a man of few words. He probably couldn't figure out what she was thinking and spoke to remind her.
Emily shook her head. "No."
Harold remained silent again. He stood aside, accompanying her.
