In the mirror, the girl had fair skin and beautiful eyebrows. She was wearing a red short skirt. Her hair was made into big waves and fell over her shoulders. Her every move and smile were full of amorous feelings.
But there was a hint of indescribable sadness in her eyes. It was the best age for her, but she looked over serious.
"Elena, just smile. I'm here. Don't worry. Your Secretary White is still waiting for you at home!"
Freda teased her, and Elena blushed and said, "Yes, but is this dress a little short?"
"It's not short, of course not. You look great in it. This dress is the most conservative one." Freda wanted her to be happy and kept making fun of her.
"Okay." Elena Hand pulled her clothes unnaturally.
After that, she changed her car and went to the train station. She got on the train smoothly through the employee passage.
"Why did you two come so late? Didn't I say that you must get on before the guests?"