Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1648

Even Jessie was stunned. Mashauva had happily told her what kind of look she would be doing on Frida; she even had everything prepared. Who would've thought...

With her eyeshadow palette in hand, she pulled her assistant aside.

"Frida, hadn't we agreed to hold the coming-of-age ceremony together? That day..."

"I didn't promise you anything, did I?" Frida's voice was a little withdrawn. She looked at Mashauva and said, "I didn't want to come, but you insisted, so I came to give you a gift. But I have other things to do. Can't I leave?"

Shaken, she explained, "That's not what I mean. Are you really not staying? After all, it'll be exciting today. Besides, we're the same age, so I told my mom I want to hold my coming-of-age ceremony with you."

"No need. We may be the same age, but our birthdays are different. Today is your coming of age, not mine."

As she spoke, Frida had a self- deprecating expression. "Also, coming-of-age ceremonies are for rich people like you. We poor people aren't worthy of holding something as fancy as this."

To that, Mashauva's expression changed.

"Well then, I wish you a happy adulthood. I have other matters to take care of. I'll be going now."

Frida left at that.

"Hold up." Mashauva quickly walked up to her, blocking her path as she said, "Frida, why would you say that? I've never once thought ill of your background, but just now you..."

The talk about the rich and the poor? Frida's words suddenly created a distance between them. How could Mashauva not hear the coldness in her heart?

Holding Frida's hands, she asked, "What on earth happened? Why did you suddenly change? Can you tell me?"

"There is nothing to say. I really have something to do." Frida shook her hand away and wanted to leave.

Seeing how cold Frida's attitude was and that she insisted on leaving, anger arose within her.

"Why won't you give me a reason for ignoring me? I thought we were best friends and that we were equals in our friendship. Is this a joke to you?"

Surprised by her words, Frida looked at her, flabbergasted.

As in her impression, Mashauva was soft and adorable, as well as naive and harmless. But her words right then held immense power.

"She's truly angry now, isn't she?" Frida thought.

She bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Mashauva approached her slowly. "Didn't we agree to be best friends forever? Shouldn't we always clear our misunderstandings? I've never stopped thinking about it, but I don't know how I've offended you. The way you're treating me is really upsetting. It's all too baffling."

Hearing that, Frida raised her lips in amusement and looked at her with cold eyes.

"Baffling? Then let's not be best friends anymore."

Mashauva was taken aback at that.

"Do you think I want to be your best friend?"

"What did you say?"

"Listen, I don't want to be best friends with you at all. You're the daughter of a rich family, so everyone will naturally flatter and dote on you, but I'm not. My family is poor. My parents have to work subserviently, and I have to earn my own living expenses. So what makes you think you can demand someone like me to attend your coming-

of-age ceremony?"

At the talk of her living expenses, Mashauva's heart ached. "But we've always celebrated our birthdays together."

"That's because I've been accommodating you, do you understand? I never wanted to spend our birthdays together, nor do I want to be your best friend."

Mashauva stood rooted to the ground in disbelief. She did not speak, nor shed tears, just staring at Frida, wide-eyed until her vision became blurry.