My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Just as Freya turned around, a white-haired old man in an oriental tunic suit came in, surrounded by people. He looked to be around the age of 90.

"Master Milton!" As soon as the old man came in, Freya greeted him and pulled me forward with a smile.

The old man smiled lightly. It was impossible to ignore the air of authority he carried. "You, darling, the last time I saw you, you were still a young girl. How are you getting married now? Time really does fly." "Master Milton, worry not about time. You'll live a long life, and you'll continue being as strong as a horse."

The old man was happy at what she said, and pulled her towards the reception room.

With a hand on my arm, she pulled me along with her, "Master Milton, let me introduce you to Arianna Reid, my brother's daughter."

He was slightly surprised to see me. He looked at me for a brief moment and said, "Is this the girl your brother has been looking for all those years?"

Freya nodded. "Yes, they've been searching for her for so long, and they finally found her."

I smiled faintly and greeted him, "Nice to meet you, Master Milton!"

man tugged at my arm, puzzled, and said, "I thought you went by another name four years ago. Why did you change your name again? Why aren't you

response to his question. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

There's no such person. Her surname had always been Reid. You went abroad last time and didn't get to meet her. Take a

"Well, the daughters of the Moore Family are all gorgeous. Grandpa

arrived, and we escorted the old man

arm and said,

had wanted a new makeup style to match with her

for me was also oriental-themed, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised,

her head, "It's not! It has to be like this. It was specially made

smiled, not really understanding

was already six in the evening when we finished changing. Timing was of the

and

comparison. Regardless of whether it was oriental- or Western-themed, both made him stand out. He was one of the most outstanding of

on to it until the exchange ceremony," Freya handed me a sandalwood box as she hastily explained a few