Tilla ran back towards the well and stood there while thinking if she should take a bath first or fill the container with water before bathing.
Tilla bit her dry lips and contemplated her options, ‘Argh! What should I do? If I bathe first then I might get dirty or wet again after carrying the water. But if I carry the water first, I might encounter Lord Vincent again. And I don’t want to go in front of him again while giving off this smell!’
She knitted her brows together in confusion. While she was confused, without even realizing it, she had already fetched a pail of water from the well.
Tilla subconsciously looked down at the bucket full of water. She looked at her own faint reflection in the water and tucked the stray hair strands behind her ears. She gently touched her cold cheeks and ran her fingertips along her dry lips.
