The old man instantly understood her thoughts and asked kindly, “Afraid that the woman Tom brought back will outshine you? Feeling a bit of crisis, aren’t you?”
The girl still wore a smile and admitted, “That’s why I want to change.”
So, the old man carefully helped her choose, “Then wear this red one. A red evening dress always makes one the center of attention.”
Although Mrs. Fritz didn’t think it was necessary, she respected the young girl’s choice.
In Mrs. Fritz’s mind, there couldn’t be a girl more excellent and suitable for Tom than Lisa. If there were, why hadn’t he dated her earlier?
“Thank you, Grandma!” The girl took the evening dress and turned to leave.
After changing in her room, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was her first time wearing this dress. The asymmetrical neckline had a unique charm and was full of design.
As the daughter of the Buckland family, she naturally had countless dresses, all tailored to her measurements, some of which she might never wear in her lifetime.
She happily twirled in front of the mirror, feeling that she would surely be the focus tonight because no eyes could resist beauty.
Beautiful things naturally attract attention; it’s an irresistible instinct.
Thinking about Tom Fritz, her face was filled with love again.
She wondered where his magic came from. Perhaps it was his aura as a chemistry professor or maybe his indifferent attitude towards her.
Since childhood, men had lined up to pursue her, so she found them unremarkable.
At this moment, Tom Fritz was driving Agnes back to Fritz Manor.
They had just ended a pleasant trip. They had eaten well and interacted lovingly with giraffes; their moods were relaxed. Soon it would be time to help him seriously.
“What exactly do you need me to do?” The girl in the passenger seat turned her eyes to him. “What are your expectations of me?”
“Nothing at all.” Tom Fritz glanced at her with a smile. “Just be yourself.”
“So much trust in me?” Agnes joked. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll mess up?”
“Not at all.” Tom Fritz felt great about this state. He reached out to hold her hand again.
Agnes wasn’t even surprised anymore; she naturally intertwined her fingers with his.
“See? Isn’t this nice?” Tom affirmed. “They won’t see through it.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with your neck?” The girl suddenly noticed some obvious red rashes on his neck. “Is it an allergy? Does it itch?”
It was itchy from the wind earlier or maybe from eating sweet potatoes in the morning.
And now that she mentioned it, he felt even itchier. He let go of her hand and reached up to touch his neck.
Agnes observed the route they were taking. “Let’s go to my apartment first; I have ointment that’s very effective for treating allergies.”
“It’s okay,” Tom said gently.
“How is it okay?” Agnes was a bit anxious. “You meet me and get an allergy as soon as you go home. What will your family think?”
“I had the allergy before I left.”
The girl paused, remembering his phone call. “You can’t eat sweet potatoes?”
“I don’t know; it might be a coincidence.”
“Let’s go to my apartment; there’s still time. It’s on the way anyway. You don’t have to get out of the car; I’ll just grab the ointment.”
Seeing how insistent she was and feeling genuinely uncomfortable from the itchiness, Tom Fritz nodded in agreement.