Dressed so conservatively, Charlotte Thompson struggled quite a bit to even walk.
The weather was still in early autumn, she wore an extra-long trench coat over her short-sleeved t-shirt, which covered her white knees and concealed her slender neck.
Justin Battleson frowned slightly, eyeing her attire from head to toe.
Unable to bear the sight of her struggling walk, when they were just a few steps away from the parking lot, he finally spoke.
"I doubt anyone will notice you. Maybe you should go home and change."
Charlotte shook her head resolutely: "I've been trending several times. I don't want to be again."
"Your clothing is hindering your walk."
She pointed to the car in the parking place: "I don't need to walk much."
Justin was rendered speechless. He had to let her have her own way.
The shop Charlotte introduced didn't appear large from the outside, but inside there were several rooms, each marked with a skull sign on the doorframe.
