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For the past days, I have been visiting the girl's mini flower booth to buy my flowers－yes it might sound dumb, but as I said, I wanted to help her. Supporting her financially was the only option I could think of at this moment.
Grabbing my go-to masquerade mask, I ambled out of the castle with a few coins dangling in my pocket.
In La Citta Di Smeralmo, I used to wear the mask wherever I go owing to me being inconfident about my appearance,
or there were just days where I could not resist the hatred thrown towards me when I am in public, I was fatigued and chose to hide.
And right now, I started wearing it again because of her. I failed to bring myself to showing her my undesirable face, afraid that it would scare her away like how I always did to the others.
“Good morning, how much does a boutique of rose cost?”
“o-oh, hello you're here again! This c-costs.. um.. a dollar.”
The girl sent me a faint smile before handing me the boutique. I took it over without forgetting to mouth a thanks.
“Here's 3 dollars, keep the change.”
“sir-”
“Have a great day! And you too buddy~”
I patted the little boy's head, he has been sitting beside the girl all along.
