The woman before Coco was beautiful, with long pink hair that cascaded down her back in shimring waves, framing her delicate face like a halo.
Her eyes were a vibrant shade of pink, like a bouquet of pink roses in full bloom, their gaze intense and striking. Her face was pale and flawless, like fine porcelain, her features soft and delicate.
Her clothes were simple but elegant, a flowing cheap and tattered silk of white and pink, the material hugging her curves in all the right ways.
She was a vision of femininity and grace, sothing that could have co straight from a fairytale— however, maybe Coco was just exaggerating, but for her eyes, the woman was that good-looking.
Holy freaking shit..! She’s so goddamn beautiful! Coco’s jaw dropped at the beauty before her, her eyes being blessed with the pink haired woman’s gaze locking with hers.
"Mrs. Hughes." The woman smiled at her, polite and kind, with her eyes shifting to Coco’s face to the dead flying pig on her shoulder which made the woman’s smile drop and make her face turn even more pale, "Oh, dear.."
Coco blinked and tore her gaze away from the beautiful woman, her breath caught in her throat.
Why is everyone so beautiful or handso in this world?! Coco exclaid, the cogwheels in her mind creaking and halting their movents.
My world doesn’t have that many attractive people! Hell, even all those celebrities are not attractive! I could count on my fingers right now how many attractive people I have t! Coco scread in her mind, her body stiff in the doorway of the butcher shop.
"She’s really beautiful." Lala said, flying to the woman’s face to examine her appearance closer, "But she’s not as beautiful as you, Coco. I prefer your green eyes over her pink eyes— green eyes remind of my sister, Lili."
Lili? Lulu? Kiki? Lala? Coco was montarily distracted from the woman’s beauty because of Lala’s statent.
Does that an her brothers and sisters have nas that will repeat the first two letters? Just who gave these fairies their nas? Theymust be so fun at parties. Coco thought to herself, eyebrows furrowed and looking at the red fairy.
Before she could think of anything else, the woman had sothing that caught her attention and broke her daze. Instead, she was astonished and flabbergasted.
"Dear! Mrs. Hughes ca back with a flying pig this ti!" The pink haired woman called out, her eyes glued to the dead monster on Coco’s shoulder, her expression awestruck and excited.
"She what?!" Renaldo’s voice rang out from the back of the shop, dripping with shock and disbelief.
Oooohhh! This beautiful woman is Renaldo’s wife! Coco exclaid in her mind, her eyes wide as the realization set in and hit her like a brick.
Now that she knows the woman is Renaldo’s significant other, she felt a sense of relief and gratefulness wash over her whole being like the waterfall she saw just this afternoon.
"Would you mind if I co in?" Coco smiled at the woman, beaming brightly and enthusiastically.
As if the woman realized sothing horrifying, she scrambled to get out of the way with her face losing its color, "Oh, please, co in! Co in! I didn’t an to block your way! Forvie , Mrs. Hughes!"
"Did you do sothing terrible to her, Coco?" Lala wondered out loud, tilting her head and pressing a finger on her chin, "Why does she look so scared?"
Oh, hell no! Why would I do sothing bad to a beautiful lady like her?! If anything, I would have spoiled her rotten and everything! Coco ntally mused, her feet dragging her inside the shop with the flying pig barely fitting through the doorway.
Well, Coco Hughes probably did, but I don’t rember anything or see any mory about it. She added on to her previous thought and gently placed the heavy flying pig on the wooden counter.
"This month must be the month where everything will co to an end." Renaldo comnted, halting his knife’s sharpening movent for a mont when the sound of the pig being placed on the counter echoed inside the shop.
"Dear!" The pink haired woman gasped, rushing to his side just in case Coco tried to harm him.
However, the current Coco Hughes isn’t the sa Coco Hughes a couple of weeks ago— no, this is Coco Coison now, and Coco Coison doesn’t harm anyone unless the situation calls for it.
Instead, Coco let out a huff and puff.
"What does that an?" Coco asked, her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossing in front of her as she turned her head to look at Renaldo.
"I an, you ca strutting inside my shop yesterday, told to skin the tiger, asked to be your business partner, gave five gold coins, and brought another monster from the Jire Forest— at this point, I’m going to start believing in miracles." Renaldo said, a dismissive and light tone in his voice.
He went back to sharpening his knife, not worried about what Coco would say or how she would react to his words because he already knows that Coco wouldn’t do anything to him based on how their business talk went yesterday.
However, his wife doesn’t know that.
"Renaldo!" The woman screeched, her lips agape out of shock and could only widen her eyes at him, afraid that if she smacked him, he would hurt himself with the newly sharpened knife.
"What?" Renaldo frowned and turned to his wife.
"Apologize to Mrs. Hughes right this instant—"
"Nah, it’s okay." Coco had cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand, "To be honest, his joke was so funny that I had to hold myself back from laughing."
"Well, you heard her, my wife." Renaldo smiled at her and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, "Don’t be too hard on , yes?"
"Right in front of my pancit canton?" Coco’s nose scrunched up in disgust.
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