Stella: So, ready for cocktail?
Flora: what cocktail? (sipping her milkshake)
Stella: The one that we planned yesterday.
Bloom: You mean the midly Harvest Festival?
Stella: (Spits her lemonade) What?!
Bloom: yeah. we take the fruit that we want to harvest, and cut it for the mothers' cocktail.
Tecna: Why are you making that emotion?
In the Midly Harvest Festival
Stella: (Uses her brush)
Stella: Why is she looking at me creepily? Oh no! She want's my brush!
Girl: I don't want your brush, your hair is just flawless.
Stella: Thanks. I really need some advice.
Will the girl make evil plans? find out in part 2
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