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Oriana could not refute.
North took Oriana to a nail saloon in the mall.
“Let’s get a manicure.”
Oriana had never had a manicure.
She had been studying medicine and only knew how to make drugs.
She didn’t have the time to dress up..
The manicure lady asked.
“Pretty girls, what kind of manicure do you want to have? Do you need a recommendation?”
North shook her head.
“No, thank you miss.
But we’ll make the choice ourselves.”
North was an aesthetic fashionista.
With her around, they wouldn’t be needing another recommendation.
“Oriana, what do you like?”
Oriana flipped through the nail art book, she was dazzled by the colors in it.
North pointed to a color.
“How about this?” Noth was referring to the pink beautiful color.
The manicure lady didn’t hesitate to praise the color.
“Pink is a spring of colours.
It’s very suitable for young girls.”
Oriana was young enough.
North blinked and added in a low voice,
“Men will definitely like it.” North’s meaning was obvious.
Deacon was a man.
“Uhm, which color are you going for?” Oriana swiftly changed the topic.
North flipped through the art book.
“I’m searching for a color that my boss will like.”
As her bestfriend, Oriana knew that North was referring to Raven.
Two years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, North had moved out of the Domino family house.
She left LA and proceeded to the entertainment industry.
The entertainment industry was a double edge sword.
One could make fame from it, and another could be scammed by big capitalist.
Behind North was Raven.
Raven had arranged for a good producer and manager for her.
Oriana leaned forward and said to North.
“Raven seems very cold.
He looks even more tough than Deacon.”
Without raising her head, North replied.
“You’ve been deceived by his appearance.
He’s very kind and less arrogant than Mr.Armstead.” North pointed to a color.
“This ma’am, I’ll go for this.”
Oriana lowered her eyes and saw that North had chosen red.
The color did look a little coquettish.
The lady had finished with Oriana.
The other worker was now attending to North.
Oriana stood up and walked to the balcony with bare foot.
She sighted a tall figure at the door.
Raven walked in.
“Mr. Raven, you’re here.” Oriana said with a smile.
Raven glanced at the nail salon and inquired,
“Where’s North?”
“She’s in, having her pedicure.
She’ll be done soon.”
Oriana pushed the nail art hook to Raven and asked,
“Mr. Raven, which color do you think looks better?”
North raised her middle finger and drove off.
She didn’t know if it was for Raven, Pamela or Gwen who sat at the back seat.
Pamela and Gwen’s expression had changed greatly.
After dropping off Pamela and Gwen, Raven had arrived home and was sited on the balcony.
His phone buzzed and a message popped in.
“Where did your sister take my Oriana to today?” It was from Deacon.
While at the company.
Deacon had received a debit alert.
Since he had given Oriana his card, she hadn’t made use of it.
He knew that Oriana was full of self pride, hence he found it quite surprisingly to have been debited.
Raven replied,
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“Raven, she just used my ATM card to purchase somethings.
if I ask her, I’m certain she’ll feel embarrassed, what if she doesn’t use the card any further?”
Raven wanted putting his phone away, but after giving it another thought, he patiently replied.
“I think I saw North and Oriana buy a nightdress at the mall tonight.
It should be your type of lingerie.”
Deacon was in his study room in the Red Villa.
He read Raven’s message for the umpteenth time.
He looked at the documents on the table, but he couldn’t read a thing.
He stood up and went to look for his grandma.
“Grandma, do you miss Oriana?” Deacon asked when he had found her.
Madam Samantha nodded,
“Yes, I do.
It’s been a day already.”
“Then let’s video chat with her.” Deacon suggested.
“Oh, okay.
That’ll be nice.” The old lady said happily.
Oriana had just taken a shower, she wore the nude silk nightdress that she had bought.
She had just wiped her damp hair with a towel when her phone buzzed, indicating a video call.
“Grandma misses you and wants a video call.” Deacon message came in after she had failed to take the call.
She had thought it was Deacon who wanted a video with her, hence the reason she ignored the call.
Deacon called again and Oriana answered the call and was connected to them.
Mrs. Samantha’s kind face quickly.
appeared on her phone.
“Ah, Oriana you’re not wearing a mask today, awwwn, my Oriana is so beautiful, she looks like a doll.” The Old lady admired.
Oriana touched her face.
She had just had a shower and was wiping her hair, so she wasn’t on a mask.
Moreover, it was only she and North in the apartment since Miss Erica had left, thus there was no need to wear a mask.
“Oh grandma, don’t tease me please.” Oriana muttered shyly.
“Grandma misses Oriana, does Oriana miss grandma?”
“Yes grandma, Oriana misses you so much.” Oriana nodded.
“Although I miss you so much, just don’t rush home for my sake, Oriana.
Come home when you feel better.”
A warm current flowed through Oriana’s heart.
The old lady old really was doting.
Oriana was touched, but Deacon looked at his grandma with a strange expression.
He reached out and took the phone from her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her out, then shut the door.
Deacon stared at Oriana who was not wearing a mask.
Her skin was watery and glowy.
Oriana suddenly realized that Deacon was staring at her, she bent her head.
“Where’s grandma?”
“Grandma just stepped out.” Deacon responded with his gaze still focused on her moist hair.
“If grandma is gone.
I’ll have to hang up.” Oriana stretched out her finger to end the video.
Deacon spotted her newly made nails.
The color was the one he loved most on girls.
“You had a manicure.” He said with a smile.
The girl also should have had Oriana’s dazzling intelligence, as well as her cute little stubbornness and pride.
Before meeting Oriana, Deacon had never thought about what the girl should have looked like.
But with Oriana now in his life, he really wished the girl had Oriana’s personality.
Deacon laid on Oriana’s pillow.
There was still her body fragrance on it, he felt as though she was hugging him.
Deacon raised his right hand and covered his eyes.
All that was in his mind was Oriana’s beautiful face.
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