I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“He probably does. They met at the plaza, after all.”

The couple thought of their youngest daughter, who was most likely fast asleep by now, hugging her reindeer plushie.

“Flo may be kind, but she’s not exactly the outgoing type to take the lead with others.”

The Viscountess was more than a little anxious about whether her shy daughter could get along with the Duke of Voreoti’s daughter.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Of course I am. She’s the daughter of Duke Voreoti, after all.”

“Titles and status don’t matter when it comes to making friends.”

“There you go again, talking like we live in a fairytale...”

The Viscountess let out a small yawn. It was about time to sleep.

Viscount Kerata leaned over and blew out the candle on the bedside table. The flickering crimson flame vanished with a soft puff.

In the darkness of the bedroom, the couple wrapped themselves in the blanket and held each other close.

“Darling.”