[Second life.]
"Young Miss, Young Miss, it's time to wake up!" A maid persistently said, placing both hands onto the slumbering lady. Sunlight flooded her room from the newly pushed back curtains. Despite the brightness, the Young Heiress was buried under her cotton stuffed silk blankets.
"Hmm…"
"Young Miss, hurry! Young Master Altan is here and waiting for you," the maid continued to chastise.
"Altan?" The heiress repeated in confusion, stirring in her bed and poking her head out.
"Did you forget? You promised Young Master Altan you'd see him today," the maid persisted.
Finally, Lina sat upright, touching her head in confusion. She slowly blinked, as her recollection of last night flooded her system. Right, Altan said he had something important to tell her, so she agreed to see him today.
Lina had grown up with Altan, for he was the son of her father's good friend. Altan Medeor.
