Waylen fell silent.

Because indeed, it was a dream.

He had come into this dream and fallen in love with her, a twenty-year-old girl, knowing all too well that it would end in departure.

He hoped that they would both remember this dream upon waking, cherishing it as a romantic memory to reflect upon as they grew older.

Yet, his melancholy remained his own burden to bear.

Gently patting Waylen’s head, he carried her away from the piano.

Now, she was truly his.

Waylen led Cecilia out of the kitchen.

The two girls enjoyed a camaraderie that complemented their distinct temperaments.

Speaking of intimacy, Cecilia retrieved a picture from her phone, displaying it to Rena as if unveiling a cherished treasure.

“Take a look.

Isn’t he handsome? Waylen said I stand a chance.

Rena examined the image closely.

an aristocratic man walking in the rain, surrounded by a

image exuded an

struck by an inexplicable familiarity in the man’s

was a striking resemblance to

knew she wasn’t Darren’s biological

man from Czanch,

her

Rena’s expression, Cecilia’s concern was

her

have

compete with

Evans!”

found herself caught

her family background, Rena focused her attention on

Mark Evans

denial, Cecilia

meal, showcasing

the dishes,

when did you

you’re in for a treat from now on! Waylen

agreed wholeheartedly, savoring the

food, his touch gentle, as he

just

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