|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
I couldn't take my eyes off to Uncle Faro's visitor. The last person I was expecting to see was him.
My eyes reamined at him, studying him out and and letting myself be wary of his presnece inside the room. He meet my gaze and instead of looking away, I meet his eyes with courgae. I saw how the end of his lips rose, befnore he directed his attention to Uncle Faro.
"So...you were really keeping the bride-to-be of Duke Enrique," he said as they take their seat on the receiving area of the bedroom.
Uncle Faro almost rolled his eyes as he inhaled deeply. He was not able to answer his visitor's remarks when both of them finally taken their seat. I remained on my place, sitting rigidly on the mattress with a hand on my lap, clenching together to control fea
