Charlotte felt this must be the most embarrassing moment of her life, so awkward she wanted to smash her head against the wall.
If she could faint, it would be a good thing, but she couldn't faint at all.
Damn that Luna, using her wealth to buy the most expensive and finest things.
The saying "you get what you pay for" never goes wrong. The item she was holding in her hand was vivid, and it seemed to have blood vessels and veins popping out, pulsating in her hand as she desperately tried to find a switch but couldn't feel any button.
Damn, damn, she had never used this thing, never even seen it, how could she find the switch in her panicked state?
She wanted to cry, what would people think? She had rejected her husband, yet hid a stash in a secluded spot in the closet, and a small manual had fallen on the carpet, the light through his tall frame perfectly illuminating those few words.
