One hour later
“We have this one in yellow. Do you also want it?”
Nora was doubting her life as she stood in a daze, tired of watching Braelyn shopping like a starving ghost.
Why did she even ask that question earlier? And what was that response she got?
The second she saw Braelyn crying, for a moment Nora wanted to pack that small bag of hers and barge into that big building to confront the shameless Ronan to teach him a lesson.
How dare he take advantage of her friend just because she was struggling and in a precarious situation and then treat her badly?
At least since he was so curious about Braelyn, since there was no way, he was in love with Braelyn, he should treat her well.
Nora couldn’t be angry with her friend. Braelyn was an adult, and she believed that she wasn’t an i***t
