“I won’t pester you anymore.”Dante’s words hung in the air, and for the first time in a long while, his chest felt lighter.
He had expected his heart to remain heavy… but it didn’t.
What surprised him even more was Abigail. She lifted her head, eyes bright, a smile blooming across her face like a hibiscus in full summer:“I’ll treat you to dinner the day after tomorrow,” she said, soft but firm, “just in my own name. I have the right to say goodbye.”
A goodbye to the feelings that had never belonged in her heart.
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The Carwyn residence.
A young woman, with the air of innocence itself, clung to Dante’s arm. “Brother Dante, you finally came! Tazanna thought you were angry and wouldn’t come back…”
The words spilled from her lips with genuine naivety.This was none other than the eldest
