Ariella’s chocolate doe-eyes landed softly on the ground while she watched the rain’s heavy droplets scattering their entire garden. Each flutter of her lashes combined with her chest calmly moving up and down. Her breathing came out softly, and her heartbeat was calm.
No one else was more fond of rain like Ariella did. She has always been fascinated with them. It comforts her, cleans the road, and blesses every farmer with its droplets.
“Quit sulking in this room like a teenager, Ariella. Tonight will be your 22nd birthday, and your father expects you to go downstairs looking well-groomed and wearing the finest dress.” Soon, the door opened and brought Mrs. Maddison, her 39-year-old mother.
Her arms crossed as she stood staring at her daughter with a slight frown on her beautiful f
