Cry , Even better if you , beg

"Uncle, this is... too much."

Leyla, who looked into the box with wide eyes, said in a trembling voice. Bill couldn't find a suitable rebuttal. He too was surprised.

"How much did you spend?"

Leyla gave Bill a look of reproach.

"No. That's.... Well.... I've spent enough! You care too much about everything."

Bill barely came to his senses when he answered back. The dress Mrs. Mona prepared had arrived at the cabin on the day of the party. Bill believed the mailman would bring the dress in, but a young man who seemed to be an employee of the dress shop delivered it himself.

Bill thought Mrs. Mona must have paid special attention to the dress well enough for the nicely dressed employee to deliver it directly to them. When Leyla opened the box, the dress was beyond Bill's expectations. Even in Bill's eyes, who didn't know a thing about women's clothes and accessories, the white dress stitched with gold threads looked very luxurious and heavenly. The same was true of the shoes, gloves, and the necklace.

How much did I pay Mrs. Mona again?

Bill calculated with his fingers folded.

But did she take the money for the necklace?

Bill was puzzled and had calculated again while Leyla firmly covered the box lid.