Facade of Love

Chapter 352 Taking Him to a Birthday Party
It was my first visit to the Lake City wholesale market. I had a mission, and getting there early paid off as I found what I needed
without any hassle.
Charlie and Inch, probably for the first time in their lives, were tagging along to buy women’s products wholesale. They both hung
back awkwardly outside the shop, clearly out of their element.
I could not help but chuckle at their discomfort and went on in without them to pick out what I needed.
I chose a brand and negotiated the quantity and price with the shopkeeper, and he packed up my order.
When it came time to settle the bill, Charlie stepped inside and casually asked the shopkeeper, “How much?”
The shop owner, a middle–aged lady with a wide smile, said, “You’re buying two thousand dollars worth of products today, miss.
If you want to place more orders in the future, a thousand dollar deposit is needed, making it a grand total of three thousand.”
Charlie was about to whip out his bank card when I beat him to the punch, snatching his wallet. “Hey, I didn’t bring you along to
foot the bill. I’m well aware of your loaded wallet, but you’re not spending it here,” I told him.
I quickly paid with a swipe and signed off on a contract for regular future deliveries. She agreed with a cheerful nod.
We packed up several big bags. After giving the boss the address, Charlie and I hopped into the
car.

Charlie seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts, biting his lip before finally blurting out, ” Why do you need so many sanitary
pads?”
He gave me a quick, unintentional once–over and added, “Does every girl really need that many?”
I nearly burst into laughter at his question but managed to reply with a straight face, “No way could I use all those myself. They’re
for the girls at the orphanage.”
He paused, a bit puzzled. “Orphanage?”
I nodded, letting out a small sigh. “The orphanage is strapped for cash, and the sanitary pads for the girls are pretty shoddy. I’m
planning to send a steady supply their way. It will help them avoid some serious health issues down the line caused by the cheap
stuff.”
Charlie looked at me, genuinely taken aback. “Isn’t donating money a better idea in this case?” I nodded and said, “Sure, money
helps, but sometimes the orphanage needs more than just cash. There are things money cannot always fix, especially the things
that don’t get noticed.”
Charlie gave me a thoughtful look, his eyes curious. “What made you think of bringing this to the orphanage girls?”
“Sanitary pads?” I clarified, and he nodded, still curious.
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I bit my lip, thinking back. “I saw this video once about a girl who grew up in an orphanage. She never had the chance to go to
school or feel special to anyone. She had a rough life, got bullied, pushed around, and eventually got sick and died. They said

her sickness came from using bad sanitary pads when she was little. I never met her, and I don’t know if her story is true, but it
made me want to help. When I visited the orphanage yesterday, I saw the older girls and talked with Director Williams. Turns out,
they always go for the cheapest stuff that works. I didn’t ask about the pads, but those are a must–have, right? The orphanage
doesn’t have a lot of money, and Director Williams, bless his heart, is pretty old–school and always looking for bargains. So, I
thought I would pick out something good for them myself.”
I spilled out my thoughts in a rush, and Charlie just hummed in response, then went quiet.
I figured since he was a guy, he probably could not understand why this was a big deal. There was no point in going on about it,
so I let it be.
We drove on, heading straight for the orphanage.
I had everything set up with Director Williams ahead of time, so by the time we arrived, all our stuff was already there, waiting for
us. Director Williams greeted us at the entrance. Although I had been here just yesterday, today was not about volunteering.
I had something special to do. After a quick hello to Director Williams, I scooped up the Strawberry Bear I had picked out earlier
and, with Charlie in tow, headed over to the kids‘ play area. There, we spotted a little girl sitting all by herself on a tiny stool, eyes
glued to the other kids playing.
I snuck up and tapped her on the shoulder. She was so caught up in watching that she spun around super fast. When she saw
me, her eyes lit up, and she said in the sweetest voice, “Hi.”
I could not help but smile as I handed her the Strawberry Bear. “Ariel, this is for you. Happy birthday!”