[Emery's POV]
[Epilogue] 1.2
". . ."
Yeah right! You just disclosed the summary of my private life! You . . . ! You . . . ! YOU ROTTEN MILK YOU!
"I do not have to tell you how much . . . she is worth in a month, right?" my mother added. "I wonder if you can meet her . . . wants in your current . . . situation."
Hah! Worth?! You mean how much I spent in a month?!
I clutched on Lance's arm when he stiffened, and the expression on his face faltered.
"L-Lance, do not listen to her. Those are the things which made me happy when I had not met you yet. But now, you are the only thing that makes me happy!"
I paused and rethink. "W-well, I still have to take my bathes and vitamins . . . b-but I can do my hair and make-up . . . a-a-and I will cut the shopping and spa thing to three times a month or even less . . . a-a-and I will work hard to pay for myself."
