After she finished speaking, Olivia Lewis had already slumped over the table, looking like she was about to die. "It's over. Being meticulous... I'm most afraid of dealing with meticulous people. Especially those who are detail-oriented. It's hard enough pretending to be a lady. I might as well just let Sunny strangle me."
Enna Clark glanced at her, amused, and said, "Isn't that a bit exaggerated? People from Prada are really nice and easy to get along with. You'll see when you meet them."
"That's because you have such a good personality." Olivia rarely found anyone hard to get along with, of course, except rivals in love.
Enna Clark didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only assure her, "People from Prada are indeed nice, and she is really interested in you. You don't have to pretend to be a lady. Just be yourself. After all, it's just a meal."
