Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 461.

Roselyn stood behind Aveline and saw that she hesitated for a long time. A puzzled expression appeared on her face, and she asked, "Miss Blackwood, are these clothes not good-looking?"

"No, they are very beautiful, I am just a little sad."

Roselyn didn't know the grudges she and Alexander had along the way and couldn't understand what the word "sadness" meant.

"You choose for me." Aveline simply looked away. She was used to wearing street clothes, and she would be at a loss if she came into contact with these clothes again.

Roselyn stood in front of the wardrobe and muttered while choosing:

"Miss Blackwood has a good figure and good looks, and her skin is fair.

With a clothes rack like yours, you will look good even if you are wearing a sack."

She picked up a white dress, which was elegant in style and well-cut, showing elegance in every aspect.

"That's it. I think it matches Miss Blackwood very well."

Aveline put on the white dress, and Roselyn smiled and said: "Look, it fits so well. Miss Blackwood looks like a pampered noble daughter. You have a temperament that no one else has."

"Nobel daughter?" She stretched out the palm of her left hand. There were several calluses on her fair skin.

In the year after losing his child, Alexander deliberately cut off all her financial resources in order to torture her.

The Blackwood family was bankrupt, and her dad was lying in the hospital, requiring high medical expenses every day.

And she gave up her studies in order to be a full-time housewife. She was originally a top medical student who was favored by her tutor and ended up doing some manual labor.

The little princess who was pampered and taken care of in every way knew what suffering was in the world. Her hands, which were white and tender and used to fly on the piano, had calluses and small cuts here and there for a long time.

Especially in the winter, when she was busy working, she got frostbite on the back of her hands, which were red and swollen.noveldrama

After six months, she stopped those part-time jobs, her hands have recovered a bit, but she can still see the scars left by the hardships she once suffered.

Roselyn looked at her slightly rough hands and became more confused, "Miss Blackwood, before the

Blackwood family went baldenet

you were also a pampered eldest lady. Have you ever done any menial work?"

Aveline smiled bitterly: "I've done it, more than once."

In Roselyn's sympathetic eyes, Aveline interrupted her further question: "You can

comb my hair for me. My hands are not convenient."

"Okay."

Roselyn picked up the comb and

changed the subject, "Miss

Blackwood, you must be more open-minded. Although Mr. Sterling wants to marry Miss Kingsley, his heart is with you, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it."

Aveline didn't want to pay attention to the topic of Alexander, and Roselyn had to

shut up and braid her hair for her.

"Miss Blackwood will look better if her hair is longer."

In half a year, her hair had grown a lot, but it only barely hung down to her shoulders.

With her hair tied up, her whole body looks elegant and gentle.

Aveline didn't want to put on makeup, so Roselyn chose a pair of gentle pearl earrings for her.

"My lady is very beautiful even without makeup. Mr. Sterling was really lucky to be able to marry you before."

Aveline looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was no longer as childish as before, and her chin had become more pointed.

Her facial features lost their vitality, and her brows were stained with a touch of sadness.

She used to be somewhere between a girl and a woman, but now she has completely transformed into a woman.

She was just an unhappy divorced woman.

Roselyn squatted beside her and

looked at her with a smile like a

flower, "I'm obviously a little older than you, but why are you always so lifeless? You are so good-looking. You will be even more beautiful when you smile."

Lol Only then did Aveline realize that she hadn't laughed from the bottom of her heart for a long time, and she didn't seem to be able to even move as simply as touching the corners of her mouth?

The person in the mirror was obviously so familiar, but yet everything seemed strange.