"Bella, could you not go, dear? Mom was very worried about you." My mom's face was full of tears and she was sobbing because she tried to hold back her cries. She held my wrists tightly, not letting me go. Beside her was my dad, trying to hold back tears too, but because he had too much pride as a man, it ended up making him look bad as he tried to hold back his emotions.
"Your mom is right. W-What if you meet a bad person on the way and get hurt?" I sighed and looked at both of them alternately. "Dad, Mom, you don't need to worry. I'll be fine."
"But..." My mom ran out of words, but I reaffirmed my words while gently rubbing her palms back. "Besides, I won't be going alone. Won't I be with the coachman?"
My parents' faces turned sour, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. I kn
