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.

photograph featured an aristocratic man walking in the rain, surrounded by a crowd, his secretary shielding him

image exuded an

inexplicable familiarity in the man’s face, particularly from his nose to his

striking resemblance to her

knew she wasn’t

man from Czanch,

her biological

Cecilia’s

her thoughts

have

compete with

Evans!”

herself caught between laughter and

her family background, Rena focused her

was Mark

denial, Cecilia

the meal, showcasing

to enjoy the dishes, Cecilia savored each

when did you learn

you’re in for a treat from now on!

savoring the

food, his

learned just

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