章 770: The curse of beauty

Imagine being in a dress from one of the most sophisticated collections of the season, designed by the most famous designer in the world, and then carrying huge black plastic trash bags. No wonder everyone in the kitchen was frustrated to be wearing their outfits just to work in the kitchen. Penny hadn't felt the frustration until now.

Clang!

The soft noise of the trash bags hitting the large cans echoed in her ears. Penny clicked her tongue, checking her dress to make sure nothing had stained it.

"Lily chose this for me," she muttered. "If this dress gets ruined, she'll be heartbroken."

Penny's eyes snapped up as she thought, "But this dress is mine, right? Even if I tear it apart, it's mine."

Even so, why did it feel like she was sinning if she didn't take care of it?