"Grace, any news on the clothes?" Wendy Quinn asked, approaching Grace in class the next day.
Her gaze swept over Grace's outfit, a look of admiration on her face.
"I already called back home. I should be able to pick them up from the post office on Sunday. I'll bring them to you then," Grace replied, looking up from her textbook.
Wendy Quinn's face immediately lit up with excitement.
'She refused to believe it. With her looks, her family background, and a bit of dressing up, how could Archer Rhys not be captivated?'
Grace, unaware of Wendy's ulterior motives, saw that she had gone quiet and returned to her notes.
There was so much she wanted to learn. In this life, she wished she could split every minute into three, just to make up for all the time she had lost.
Wendy Quinn had been about to say something else, but seeing how hard Grace was working, she lost the inclination.
