"I know, Auntie. Leave it alone."
"What do you mean?"
"If my mother wants this marriage to go on, then so be it."
"With Byanca like that, are you sure you want to marry her?" Serly asked, choosing to obey and trying to understand Devan's wishes.
"Who said I was going to marry Byanca, Aunt?"
"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Seira, her brows furrowed in confusion, unable to properly understand what her niece meant.
"I know what I'm going to do, Auntie. Don't worry about me," replied Devan trying to calm the middle-aged woman.
"Now all you need to do is act, as usual, pretend you don't know anything," he added.
"B-but..."
"Don't worry about me, Auntie. This plan of mine just depends on how Byanca behaves. If she doesn't want to cancel this marriage, then I will do it," said Devan immediately cutting Mrs. Serly's words.
