Uncomfortable

A drizzle greeted Elora and Zed as Zed’s car, a black SUV, drove through downtown Queenstown. Zed steered his car down Camp Street, a street lined with boutiques, shopping malls, and jewelry shops.

“You come here often?” Zed asked as the car pulled into the parking area at the end of the street.

“Sometimes. If I need new clothes to meet new clients.”

“Did you buy new clothes when you were going to meet Caspian and me?”

There was a faint joke in Zed’s question, which made Elora uneasy. Suddenly, a warm feeling spread across Elora’s cheeks. She let out a soft laugh.

“Em… yes—but I’m not trying too hard to look good, either. I’m afraid that if I try too hard, the result will be too much.”

“You don’t have to try too hard. Because you are already beautiful even in simple clothes.”

Zed said that after the car was parked neatly. He st