Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Stir up bad blood between them? Hailey waved her hand reflexively. "No, no, no way! How could I stir up bad blood between you two if nothing happened? You saw it with your own eyes. I didn't tell Frida to give you the attitude." Lena crossed her arms and said, "Save it, Hailey. No point in explaining. The two of them are besties. Your words mean nothing to her; she'll only think you're badmouthing Frida." "It's my business whether I think Frida givesthe attitude. I hope you guys won't say something like this ever again." With that, Mashauva walked away.

Hailey wanted to explain herself further, but Lena stopped her.

Then she said in a dark tone, "Leave it. The more you babble on, the more she'll feel that you're trying to drive them apart. After all, she hated us before. Even though we've reconciled now, she won't believe us. No matter how much we apologize, it'll be useless." Hailey fell dejected.

The situation had turned from good to bad yet again.

Thanks to that d*mn Frida! Mashauva did not want Hailey and Lena to have something to poke fun at, so she did not talk to Frida that night, and the girls then went about their business the rest of the night. The next day, Masahuva deliberately woke up early to wait for Frida downstairs.

As soon as she saw Frida descending the stairs, she immediately rushed to her.

"Frida." Seeing her, Frida paused and then continued to walk forward.

"What's going on? Why are you suddenly ignoring me?" Frida continued to ignore her. She knew she shouldn't be acting so; Mashauva hadn't wronged her at all. Even if Mashauva didn't tell her who she met that day, that was her choice; she had no right to interfere. But she just couldn't control her emotions and the way they made her behave.

Just like when she should stop and talk to Mashauva right then, but she just couldn't help feeling irritated at her for sreason.

Mashauva continued following behind her, but Frida gave her the cold shoulder the entire tand even quickened her pace. To that, Mashauva stopped and said to Frida's back. "How have I offended you?" Hearing that, Frida stopped but said nothing.

After a long pause, she still walked away.

Mashauva stood where she was, disappointed beyond words.

Tflew by, and the end of the semester was just around the corner. As everyone was preoccupied with the need to pass their finals, the atmosphere in the classroom had bectense. The students did nothing but study all day long; even the notorious troublemakers had beca little more obedient. Perhaps the atmosphere had influenced them, or that they themselves wanted to get decent results. Meanwhile, Mashauva and Frida's relationship still hadn't been alleviated.

Despite Mashauva's many efforts to talk to Frida, she would continue to give her the cold shoulder. However, Mashauva kept her hopes up and believed Frida would caround.

Just like that, the semester ended, and a new one came.

Mashauva thought she could use the new semester to rebuild her friendship with Frida. Although Frida no longer shut her out, she was cold and distant.

For example, when Mashauva happily invited her for a meal, Frida would icily say, "I'm not hungry." Or, "You should eat by yourself." They were not as tense as they had been the semester before, but the relationship between them was far too lukewarm.

However, Mashauva still believed that things would get better one day.

Another semester passed and the winter break came. To that, Mashauva was excited.

Because she would be of legal age after the new year.

As she was their only daughter, the e Taylors pampered her to no end, so they decided to arrange a coming-of-age ceremony for her. For that, they even hired a designer to make Mashauva a dress, an event planner and invited many close friends and relatives.

After the designer took her measurements, she told Mashauva sternly, "Generally speaking, I'll leave about an inch's space in case you gain sweight, but it's still best if you watch your diet and don't gain weight." "Okay." Mashauva nodded. "Got it." s won "Very good." The designer tenderly ruffled her hair and said softly, "You have the perfect shape." Cassie sighed on the side. "Oh, you have no idea how fat she was in the past. I was surprised by her perseverance to lose weight." As she said that, Cassie looked at Mashauva and sighed to herself.

The chubby little girl had blossomed into a slim, graceful young lady; fair-skinned, sharp chin, slender limbs.

Never had Cassie thought love could be so impressive.

Her daughter may have seemed gentle and soft-spoken, she was very resilient.

"You know what they say, girls change when they cof age." The designer smiled.

"By the way, will you be able to make it in time? We've only begun doing the sketches now, after all." "It shouldn't be a problem.

Mashauva has already toldher preferences. I can get the sketches done in about two days. It's best if we do a final fitting sooner so that we can make any possible adjustments. What do you think?" "Alright, well leave it in your hands." After sending the designer off, Cassie went back into the house to find Mashauva no longer in front of the mirror but tapping away on her phone.

"What's up?" "Mom, I want Frida to have the coming-of-age ceremony withtoo. Would that be alright?" "Frida?" Cassie recalled who Frida was. "That girl? That's fine, but have her parents agreed to it?"

To that, Mashauva said softly, "Her parents are very busy and are always away. They don't have tto take care of her, so I want to invite her to the ceremony with me."

"Is that so?" Cassie's heart ached at that. "Poor child. She lacks parental love. Alright, ask her if she's willing, ask her to cover so we can get the designer to make a dress for her too." "Thank you, mom." After getting Cassie's consent, Mashauva sent a message to Frida, inviting her to stay at her house for a while so they could celebrate their coming-of-age together.

However, Frida never replied even after a long time.

So Mashauva assumed she was busy during the day and decided to give her a call at night.

Frida finally answered after several tries.

"What is it?" Her tone was extremely cold, and Mashauva's enthusiasm diminished before she even said anything, only mumbling weakly.

"Um... Frida, I called to ask if you saw the text I sent you earlier in the day." "Your text? No, I haven't. I'm really busy. Just tellnow."

To that, Mashauva could only explain. "It's like this, my mom's going to hold a coming-of-age m ceremony forsoon, so I want to invite you. A designer will make you a dress..." Before she was done speaking, Frida cut her off, "Coming-of-age ceremony? Yours?"