At breakfast with my master, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing.
He grinned and teased, "So, Jacob isn't bad, right?"
I was in the middle of replying to Jacob Miller's messages and couldn't resist firing back.
"Sure, of course. The guy you picked is exactly like you. He's so chatty that he's giving me conversational burnout."
My master lightly knocked me on the head, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Still a better choice than that Zayn of yours. Stop dragging your feet and get married already. I'm waiting to spoil some grandkids."
I rolled my eyes, utterly speechless.
"He's going to Miravane City on business tomorrow. I'm tagging along. We can talk about it after we get back."
The next day, Jacob headed off to deal with work.
I grabbed a camera and wandered around on my own, tak
