|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
Blue really suits her.
My eyes drop to her wrist and the end of my lips rose when I saw her wearing the gift, I had given to her for her birthday.
At least, it eases my mind that she’s not going to end up our newly established friendship because of what I had done, right?
I stood straight and leaned my weight on the column behind me. I inserted my left hand inside the pocket of my trousers as I took a sip of wine from my goblet.
My gaze was locked to Mirrielle the moment the herald announced her presence. The confidence she has as she went downstairs made me proud. Her, being a noble, really suits her. If I didn’t meet her first hand, I would think that she’s a princess from a nearby country, lost in the Palace here in Spain.
I thought I’ll have my peace
