After locking the door to her shop, Isla began her short journey to Lance's home, the barony. Just as she was about to take in a fresh breath of air and let out a happy smile, the sight of a familiar person on the other side of the road made her elated expression crack.
''Dahlia,'' The person smiled in a way that made Isla almost vomit her small breakfast in her belly. This man had always been on her neck to marry him as his wife.
''U-Uncle waylen…'' Isla's brow twitched as this man was really shameless to come again after her several denials.
''Haha, Good morning Isla. Where are you going? I was just about to come to your shop.'' He crossed the road to come to her spot.
The faint alcoholic smell wafted in Isla's nose and she retreated her steps to distance herself from him. Her action made Waylen's smile almost falter, but it did not drop.
