"Is it almost time for dinner?"
Sierra Summers asked him.
Caleb Sterling nodded, "I've had the kitchen prepare all your favorite dishes."
He patted Sierra Summers on the head and kissed her gently between her brows, "Are you nervous?"
Sierra Summers shook her head.
Her mood, how to put it.
It should have been very complex.
But after crying so heavily, well... it seemed as though that feeling of physical and mental exhaustion was no longer there.
Sierra Summers was slightly dazed now, with slower reactions, but the good thing was that her mental state visibly improved.
Her complexion was also better.
Sierra Summers smiled, yawned, rubbed her eyes, "I hope Grandma will like the gift I prepared."
"She'll like it,"
Caleb Sterling took the dress out of the bag.
Sierra Summers was still that person whose eyes couldn't move away from a dress she liked, and who couldn't walk away once she saw it. She stared in surprise at a dress that looked both conservative and elegant.
