It'll Come Naturally

"I love choosing clothes for you. You know what? That's probably one of the happiest things in my life. Even if you never get the chance to wear them, I'll still buy them for you! Who knows? You might need them one day. I mean you look proud in your uniform, but look at you! How could you waste such a nice body? You know how men are like. They'll get bored if you don't doll yourself up and change your style every now and then. You catch Edward's eyes, you keep his heart."

Deep down, Cynthia knew her son wasn't that kind of man she was describing. Once Edward fell in love with someone, he would love and cherish her forever. But this was how the world worked. There were lots of women out there drooling over Edward. Although Edward showed no interest in them, it didn't mean they wouldn't do anything to seduce him or sabotage his relationship with Daisy. Cynthia figured she'd better warn Daisy beforehand about it.

"Okay. I see. Thanks, mom. Let me get out of this dress first. I'll be quick." Daisy obediently answered with a nod. She knew Cynthia was trying to be nice, and she took her words seriously. It wasn't like that she had no faith in herself or Edward's feelings for her. The problem was that Edward was too amazing, and there were all kinds of women trying to lure him. There was a chance someday Edward would find Daisy boring and he needed some new excitement. Daisy knew love couldn't be maintained by just exchanging 'I love you'. She was a woman, and women knew these secrets by nature.

"Okay, take your time. We can find a cafe and have a rest after you're done. And then we can go to another shopping mall." Daisy, who was on her way to the changing room, almost slipped and fell to the floor out of shock when she heard what Cynthia had said. 'What? Another shopping mall? Seriously?' Daisy didn't know what to say. They had been shopping here, at this mall, for nearly two hours. And they had bought more things than they could carry. If Cynthia intended to go to another few malls and buy more clothes for her for the rest of the day, Daisy might need a new walk-in closet to fit her things in.

"Watch out, my dear child!" Upon seeing Daisy stagger, Cynthia cried out worriedly. Her words surprised every one inside the boutique, including the shopping assistant. They all curiously gazed at Cynthia and Daisy all of a sudden. If they heard her right, Cynthia just said 'child'? They all thought Cynthia and Daisy were sisters! So did that mean they were mother and daughter? This was so unbelievable!

what her mother-in-law had just said. But did she really have to cry out loud like that? Now everyone was looking at them.

She hesitated for a short while to consider how she should address the woman who seemed to be 'the mom', and she thought it couldn't go wrong to politely start with 'ma'am'. They all heard her call the other woman

affection on the girl. Daisy was beautiful and gentle and elegant, there was nothing to complain about! She felt so lucky that Daisy had grown into such a wonderful woman, and she also felt delighted and relieved thinking about the

together! To be honest, your daughter-in-law is really stunning, I hardly meet someone more beautiful. And her

look like sisters?" Cynthia burst into chuckles as soon as she heard the shopping assistant. It meant that in bystanders' eyes, she and Daisy were more like families by blood rather than by law! That was exactly what Cynthia had wanted! She felt more connected to Daisy

wonderful daughter-in-law, with a beautiful face and a kind heart. I'd say both of you are blessed by God." The relationship between mother and daughter-in-law could be tricky. There was always a smokeless war between two women in many families. Based on their conversations, the assistant assumed they were from a affluent family. She figured the relationship between them would be worse because rich people didn't have feelings and married simply for interest. It was nasty when money was involved. But Cynthia and Daisy looked so close. She hadn't seen a

want them packaged up and sent to my house. Here is the address," Cynthia replied with a joyful smile as she handed her card to the shopping assistant. No matter if the girl meant what she said or she just wanted to flatter them