Sierra Summers wore a pink sweater, pink vest, and pants, with fleece-lined short boots, and followed behind Caleb Sterling with a sullen face as they left the door.
She knew Caleb Sterling meant well for her, so even though she wasn't very happy about it, she didn't insist.
Mainly because Caleb Sterling looked at her so directly that Sierra Summers felt if she refused, Caleb Sterling would change her clothes himself.
Sitting in the car, Sierra Summers began to reflect on life.
Is it an illusion? Why does it feel like on the first day of being in love, she's already being thoroughly handled?
Is this really okay?
She doesn't seem to be incapacitated, right?
It's not like she can't take care of herself as a child...
Sierra Summers looked at the blanket on her lap, the cute gloves on her hands, the scarf around her neck, and the thermal cup she was holding, which was filled with ginger sugar tea to ward off cold, and she grew increasingly confused.
