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 crowd, his

image exuded an indescribable

Rena was struck by an inexplicable familiarity in the

striking resemblance

wasn’t Darren’s

this man from Czanch,

her

Rena’s expression, Cecilia’s concern

her thoughts

you have

with me for

Evans!”

caught between laughter and

background, Rena focused her attention on the man in the

Mark Evans

Rena’s denial, Cecilia

meal,

they sat down to enjoy the dishes, Cecilia savored

did you

she continued, “Rena, you’re in for a treat from now on! Waylen

savoring

his

just to

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