In the warmly lit dressing room, Agnes bent over slightly, then straightened up, struggling to pull up the invisible zipper on her dress. She tried hard but couldn’t succeed. Just as she was about to take off the dress to check the zipper, she saw a man at the door.
Her face turned pale instantly, and she instinctively covered her chest with her hands. Tom was also a bit surprised to see her there. Their eyes met; Agnes felt a bit embarrassed and her mind went blank.
Tom Fritz, noticing something was wrong, asked gently, “Need some help?” He had realized the zipper was stuck.
Agnes quickly composed herself and asked, “Is it convenient for you?”
“If it’s convenient for you, it’s no problem,” Tom replied warmly and politely, waiting for her answer. Remembering his gentlemanly behavior of sleeping on the sofa last night, Agnes trusted him completely. To him, there seemed to be no romantic feelings involved, only professionalism.
“Then… thank you,” she said with a slight smile, looking away and standing up straight while holding her dress at the chest.
Tom stepped towards her and moved behind her. His fingers grasped the zipper and he helped her pull it up in a very gentlemanly manner. Agnes’s skin was smooth and seemed to emit a faint fragrance. Her heart started to race again; she could feel his presence and loved him deeply. She fantasized about a day when he would help her zip up a wedding dress as he stood behind her in a suit.
In the dressing room, after helping her with the zipper, Tom noticed a white bow in the bag.
“This looks nice. Would you like me to put it on for you?” he asked gently.
Agnes turned at his voice and saw him holding a white bow that sparkled under the light. Before she could answer, Tom smiled and said, “Let me clip it on for you.”
To him, she looked like a little girl at that moment.
Without waiting for her consent, Tom reached out to touch her hair and remarked, “Your hair is so long.”
“I’ve been growing it for three years,” Agnes replied with a smile. She didn’t avoid his touch; she felt incredibly happy at that moment. In her understanding, if a man took the initiative to touch a girl’s hair, it meant he liked her. Maybe he liked her too?
Downstairs, as Lisa entered the house, she overheard Hazel reporting last night’s events to Grandma.
“Madam! I just went to deliver a dress to Miss Campbell and saw her lying in bed. The young master said to let her sleep more because she was very tired last night and went to bed late.”
The old lady was pleased but noticed Lisa standing not far away with a disappointed look on her face. The elder’s smile faded as she looked at Lisa.
“Lisa, come over and sit,” she said kindly, reaching out to Lisa.
“Come chat with Grandma.”
Then she told Hazel, “You can go now.”
“Yes, Madam,” Hazel replied.
Lisa sat down next to the old lady who held her hand.
“Grandma,” she said softly.
She felt very sad.
“Have you made any plans? Where do you want to visit in Arkpool City?” The old lady felt quite sorry for her and suggested, “I can have them plan something nice and take you around by car.”