Butler Santana held the storage box, feeling even more reluctant than Jasmine Yale.
"I've also sorted out some of Little Clementine's clothes. She's growing bigger each day, and can't wear the clothes from the first half of the year anymore. How about donating them to children in need?" Jasmine Yale brought over a handbag, "There are some of my clothes and shoes inside, all about eighty to ninety percent new. Let's donate them too."
She didn't plan to take too many things when she left, partly because she couldn't take them with her, and partly because she didn't need them.
For example, those shoes Sylvan Cheney bought her, all luxury items, she wouldn't have the occasion to wear them again.
She wouldn't be mingling in the financial circles anymore or attending high-end parties and conferences, so those shoes and little dresses wouldn't be of any use.
"Miss Yale..." Butler Santana's eyes were moist.
