Chapter 58 - Fifty-three: Applause Should Be Here
Faye Lina Mowish.
Carterburg, the fourth day of the Harvest Festival, early morning.
The young girl, who had never slept as well as she did today, opened the window and saw someone in the pavilion through the fog. Although she couldn’t see who it was, she figured it mustn’t be a stranger.
With that thought, she changed into clean clothes in front of the floor mirror and felt a little troubled in front of the wardrobe—what should she wear when going out today?
Marin revealed a look of slight confusion and exclamation when he learned of her dilemma—truly the perplexity of the wealthy.
Yes, the perplexity of a rich man’s daughter—how could Marin ever understand?
A guy who didn’t know how to dress himself, whose temper was gentle and considerate, and who had no sense of noble etiquette at all, really, why did she fall for him?
It must have been the manliness radiating from him. Yes, that kind of courage, knowing there was danger but still determined to fulfill a promise.
Also, that natural ease that seemed to come with his being.
To hell with noble etiquette, such outdated rituals should be thrown into the torrent of history.