Chapter 141:
She refused to allow trivial matters to disrupt her rest. Only dreams featuring her mother possessed the potency to disturb her tranquility; everything else she effortlessly relegated to insignificance.
Morning arrived with Farrah’s belated response. “Absolutely. How about today?”
The timestamp revealed it had been sent at three o’clock in the morning.
Initial confusion gave way to understanding as Freya recalled Farrah’s profession—she had likely just completed a filming session.
With this realization, she replied, “Are you scheduled to film today?”
Her phone immediately sprang to life with an incoming call.
The melodious voice that greeted her carried warmth and enthusiasm. “I’m on hiatus from filming for a while. If today suits your schedule, why delay? I’ve heard wonderful things about a new restaurant in the city center. Shall we investigate?”
“That sounds perfect,” Freya agreed readily.
She maintained minimal standards regarding cuisine—as long as it wasn’t toxic and remained within the boundaries of edibility, she expressed contentment.
As her sister often observed, she possessed an accommodating palate. After finalizing their arrangements, Freya changed her attire and ventured out. Her wardrobe consisted predominantly of cool tones—black, white, and various shades of gray dominated her sartorial selections.
Her shoulder-length hair cascaded naturally with a few strands of bangs framing her face.
Despite the simplicity of her ensemble, she radiated extraordinary beauty.
By the time they reunited, the morning had progressed to ten o’clock.
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Farrah arrived concealed behind sunglasses and a hat, enveloped in a warm-toned long coat. Standing beside Freya, her frame appeared charmingly diminutive.
“Let’s proceed inside,” Farrah suggested, capturing Freya’s hand and steering them toward the central shopping complex. “Public outings have become increasingly challenging for me—constantly vigilant about detection by tabloids and enthusiastic fans.”
Freya offered a practical alternative: “Perhaps next time, you could remain in a private room, and I’ll navigate my way to you.”
“Absolutely not!” Farrah countered decisively. “With your notoriously unreliable sense of direction, you might never locate me, even with precise floor and room coordinates.”
“I’m not directionally challenged,” Freya clarified with mild indignation.
Their initial encounter had occurred because Farrah mistakenly presumed Freya was lost.
A simple misunderstanding had fostered their connection, and after discovering mutual affinity, friendship blossomed naturally.
Although Freya maintained numerous friendships, most originated in childhood. Farrah represented her first meaningful adult friendship.
It was strange. Everyone in Alerith saw Freya as invincible—a force to be reckoned with. Yet Farrah insisted she needed protection, claiming Freya had a terrible sense of direction and vowing to keep her safe. Sometimes, Freya wondered when she had given Farrah the impression she was someone who needed safeguarding.
With those thoughts swirling in her mind, she followed Farrah into the private room.
Farrah tugged her down into a seat, and once they’d ordered, she leaned in. “Why did you plan to leave Jeucwell so suddenly? Is your husband relocating?”
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