"Ayla! Ayla!" the call was heard several times by the beautiful woman with dimples. The woman who was called turned her head towards the source of the voice. She stopped combing her loose dark brown hair.
She saw Patra running towards her. A lounge seat directly facing the outside balcony. Patra immediately sat right beside her. She looked at Ayla from head to toe. Of course, it made Ayla frown in astonishment.
"Why?" she asked.
"You're okay, right?" Patra touched Ayla's arm and massaged it gently.
"Do you see how I am now, Kan?" Ayla asked back.
"Did that cruel third prince mistreat you last night?" Patra asked as she opened her eyes to look at Ayla.
"I'm fine," Ayla replied as she turned her gaze forward. There was no way she could tell Patra what was really going on.
