In Which A Blond Appeared

"Nice! "

Her response was that "they are a fantastic fit for one another."

She started by tying her hair up in a messy bun, and she proceeded to wander around the room while sitting on the floor, on the bed, with one leg up, with both legs up, rolling over, jumping, jogging, and dancing. At long last, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before leaving the room.

"How in the world could this be happening?" As she ran her fingers over her jeans, she whispered something under her breath. "What in the name of all that is holy are these?"

She pondered the question of how, in all of her years, she had never before come across pants like these, and the more she thought about it, the more bewildered she became rather than content.

This was a significant moment that changed the course of the game.

Every time she went shopping, some random girl was yelling out of joy at finding just the perfect fit pants, and she felt a twinge of jealousy watching them explode with closed fists and tightly shut eyes kind of joy. Every time she went shopping, some random girl was yelling out of joy at finding just the perfect fit pants. Every time she went shopping, some random girl would be shrieking with excitement because she had finally found a pair of jeans that fit perfectly.

However, despite the fact that she had given up on it, Lisa was taken aback to discover that her stomach had taken the form of a racetrack.

It was possible that this was the very first time she had gone an entire day without having to force herself to fit into a pair of pants and a blouse.

I feel obligated to thank Taylor for bestowing this upon me. "I can't even begin to describe to him how much this means to me!" "I have to show my thanks to Taylor for giving this upon me. said Lisa. At some time in her life, she was exposed to the proverb that "a quality pair of trousers and heels would get a girl anyplace." She was able to recall this experience.

She hoped to one day make the world a better place by putting an end to conflict, poverty, and malnutrition everywhere on the planet and making the world a better place overall.

'Heh… Lisa beamed as she reflected on her accomplishments and said to herself, "Those are some beautiful ambitions."

Lisa has not felt this degree of self-assurance in a long time, so she is enjoying it while she can. A dormant spirit that she carried has been reawakened within her.

Aside from that, the fact that she was suddenly gaining new goods was a really fascinating turn of events to watch out for.

Even though she was appreciative of the charity, a part of her couldn't help but wonder why it was even taking place in the first place.

Lisa patted her hair dry and rolled it into a bun, but as she moved her head, she let the bun fall down, exposing the scar as if it were a parasite that had attached itself to her and was something from which she could never free herself.

It is impossible for that to be the consequence given that it will never leave her, even after all of the time has passed.

She was considering wearing her hair down in order to hide the scar like a missing pearl, but she wasn't sure whether or not to do so. If someone already knows all there is to know about her, then all they need to do is glance at her scar and they will know everything there is to know about her.

She knelt down and tapped Mona on the shoulder after she had finished putting on her black leather boots with lace-up details that had been polished.

While doing so, Mona moved around in the bed, rolled to the sides, moaned, and waved her hand up and down in the air.

"What?" Lisa questioned this as she was occupying her time by watching the pixie from a distance.

She had a profound comprehension of the meaning behind the groans that Mona was attempting to communicate. Let me sleep.

"I have no doubt that you get what I'm getting at!" Mona mumbled something to herself as she pulled the covers up over her and hugged herself.

"No. I don't, darling. The time has come for you to get up," Lisa demanded as she yanked aside the sheets with one rapid action. "Get up!"

After turning over, Mona repositioned herself so that she was lying in the middle of the bed. She sat in a position resembling the Grinch, with her legs spread apart and her spine curved forward, making a face while doing so.