?Chapter 1478:

Curious, Elma had asked, “How so?”

Kallie had given a vague response, “You’ll understand as you grow older.”

Even now, Elma was still puzzled, but Jete understood. She couldn’t help but express her thoughts, “Elma, you’re incredibly kind and weing.”

Elma almost smiled at thepliment but then recalled how her family used to describe the younger version of her. They said she was as prickly as a little cactus.

Elma awkwardly rubbed her nose. “Had you known me earlier, you might not have thought the same.”

Jete disagreed. “I believe people’s true nature doesn’t really change. Even if it seems they do, it won’t be by much. Your kindness now just shows you’ve always had a good heart, despite what you might have shown on the surface.”

Moved by Jete’s words, Elma excitedly led her to several racks filled with clothes. “I had someone pick these out for you, though I’m not entirely sure what your style is. Choose anything you like, and the stylist will customize it for you.”

Jete was deeply moved, now realizing the surprise Elma had prepared for her. She looked at Elma, shock written across her face, and then managed a shy smile. “Perhaps I should pass this time. I’m not quite up to speed with these kinds of social events. If I go, I might not fit in properly. I could even end up embarrassing you. Let’s perhaps save it for another asion. But really, thank you for thinking of me. I’m very grateful for your thoughtfulness and all the effort you’ve put into nning this so I don’t feel left out.”

Who wouldn’t love a magnificent ballroom and a pretty princess dress? It was every little girl’s dream—a fairytale princess fantasy.

Elma looked at Jete and said, “But the party can’t start without you.”

Jete’s mind went nk for a moment, then realization dawned on her. Her face flushed a deep red as she turned to Elma in shock. “You mean this party was actually thrown for me?”

Elma nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, but don’t worry. While there will be many guests, they are friendly. You’ll be genuinely weed.”

Jete still refused. “No, no. I don’t want to trouble you all.”

gα?ησν????s is your fiction sanctuary

Elma responded, determined to convince her, “It’s no trouble at all. This is just how we do things around here. If you want to be a part of us, you have to go through this proper celebration.”

Faced with Jete’s unyielding refusal, Elma realized she might need to lie a bit to persuade her.

Elma, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, dered, “If you don’t join the fun, it means you’re a party pooper and can’t really be one of us.”

Elma’s expression shifted, a hint of yful disapproval in her eyes as she looked at Jete. “Don’t you want to be part of my world?” she asked, feigning hurt.

Jete, seeing Elma’s yful pout, quickly caved, nodding with a smile.

“Elma, you’re the best!” Jete eximed, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget this. When I grow up, I’ll definitely repay you.”

.

.

.