Chapter 49 (1/2)

”Flowers?”

”Yes.” Anna smiles.

Mr. Gorman is wearing a cuff and a ruler in his hand. His black hair has grown a little longer recently, but he has no time to look after it, so now he has a strand of hair hanging down his cheek.

”Dad, you need to get your hair fixed.” Miss aurea, Mr. Gorman's daughter, said softly, ”how about today?”

”I'll get things ready.” Mr. prokhov said happily.

”Did I say I had my hair trimmed today?” Said Mr. Gorman, somewhat displeased.

”Don't be capricious, Dad.” Miss aurea pulled the former by the sleeve, and she motioned to prokhov to get something ready.

”I thought you remembered who your father was, aurea.” Said Mr. Gorman, putting down his ruler. When he left, he pointed to a violet cloth.

”I think it's appropriate, Pavel.”

Miss aurea, at Anna's request, removed the word ”Sir”. Soft as she was, she was not too reserved and restrained.

”I think so.” Anna said she decided to start later. Now, the tailor's shop is closed and all four are in the backyard.

Prokhov put things out, very old hair repair tools.

Mr. Gorman was sitting on the stool, covered in a dark cloth, and miss aurea tied up her black hair, and her hands were clean, and she was very skillful with the tools for building hair.

Because Mr. Gorman is very tall, and miss aurea is only 12 years old after all. Although she behaves like an adult, Anna is still worried about the knife in her hand.

”Don't worry, Pavel. Miss aurea has been doing this since she was six.” Prokhov said, blinking his eyes, in a friendly tone, as if he had known aurea since he was a child.

”Thank you for your concern, Pavel.” Oria grinned gently, but her hand movements were very neat.

Before long, Mr. Gorman's long hair was made clean and tidy. Miss aurea's fingers were magical, soft and beautiful. The knife was flying in her hand like a skilled shaver.

Mr. Gorman was rather impatient, and as soon as he had finished, he left the yard in a mess.

Prokhov was called out by Mr. Gorman. When he left, he told Miss aurea not to care about the things on the ground. He would come back to clean up.

But Anna saw that after they left, Miss aurea was carefully cleaning up the trace bit by bit.

”I'll do it.” Anna said, rolling up her sleeves. After all, she is a man now.

”No, I've always done it.” Miss aurea blinked her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were like two small whirlpools. Unconsciously, people wanted to gaze at her.

Anna couldn't resist the little girl. She stood up straight. Aurea's skirt swayed on the floor. The quality of the skirt is expensive, but the pattern is extremely simple.

After getting along with each other for so long, Anna found that the lady was not only not coquettish, but also not partial to the type of dress.

Her life is simple. She doesn't go shopping in her spare time. She reads books and helps in the shop most of the time.

She is not good at making clothes, but she also knows a little. It's like a pot of flowers. It doesn't feel too abrupt to put it anywhere. There seemed to be no friends, but aurea didn't seem to care.

Anna saw aurea pick up Mr. Gorman's black hair and put it in the palm of her hand. The dark cloth was cleaned very well.

She looks a little bit of a Freewheeler. Although Anna felt that Miss aurea had a good relationship with prokhov, she did not seem to see that kind of relationship between men and women.

Maybe it's because she's too young. Maybe Mr. prokhov is just in love.

The thoughts went around Anna's mind, but she didn't ask. Anyway, it's all about prokhov. She thought she was kind enough to say it, maybe something would happen.

When Anna saw that Miss aurea had packed up, she went to the counter.

”Do your own business. I can watch here.” Said Miss aurea, with the account book in her hand, and her hands were slender and their fingertips were as white as green onions.

Anna gave a thank you and started daubing it on the paper.

She was always absorbed when she drew, and miss aurea was a very quiet person. So she didn't notice that she was looking at her until she finished.

”Have you been looking at me?”

”Sorry.” Miss aurea gave a faint smile and said, ”you have better skin than a girl.”

Anna froze for a moment, then hit a ha ha.

Miss aurea raised her hand and pointed to her painting.

”Is this the dress for Miss Eliza?”

”Yes.” Anna nodded.

Miss aurea said a few sincere compliments, and then said, ”my father seldom praises others, but I know he thinks you are very talented.””Yes?”

Miss aurea laughed, did not explain, but pointed to another place and said, ”I think it can be tightened up here. Do you think?”

Anna thought for a while, then added a few strokes. Sure enough, she felt better.

”I think aurea is very talented. Why don't you learn from Mr. Gorman?” She asked.

Miss Oria chuckled. ”You praise me too much, Pavel. I don't have talent. I just often watch my dad make clothes. I've seen it for a long time, so I know something about it. If you let me do it myself, I can't do it. ”

”No, I'm not. If he promised me, he would not be proud to teach me. You're different. You have ideas. Although dad didn't say it, I could see it

Anna felt that every word of Miss aurea was so considerate that no wonder Mr. prokhov would love her.