Anastasia Archard didn't expect Valentine Teller to dress up as glamorously as herself, but at least taking off her glasses and changing into something fitted could make her look much better.
"You said he doesn't care about appearances, so why should I bother dressing up?"
With a "click," the light was turned off, and Valentine Teller took off her glasses.
In the darkness, she displayed her captivating beauty without a care, turning her back to Anastasia Archard: "Let's sleep."
"Okay." Anastasia Archard widened her eyes, staring at Valentine's back.
Finding her rather odd, a woman who actually doesn't wish to become prettier.
It seems the uglier she is, the happier, it's really baffling.
At dawn, Valentine Teller woke up, habitually put on her glasses, and then got out of bed.
After washing up, she went to the kitchen.
The baby would definitely be hungry when waking up in the morning, and without formula, she'd have to make something else for her to eat.
