NASHIRA GRAZIELLA
"Wait, what are you doing?"
A WOMAN BEHIND me was shocked right after she saw that I am picking the half stem of the plant even though it is not allowed. I am at the back patio in this villa as the cold air embracing my soft skin and the sun shone brightly reflecting with golden color, right in front of the field full of dancing dandelions. The thought of seeing these plants blooming in happiness coincides with the day that we are about to witness—Oniichan Su-kai's wedding day.
As I turned around, I immediately filled the small gap between us. She was at the doorway calling me. I saw how she pursed her lips and furrowed her brows while shaking her head, probably telling me not to pick the plant but in that gesture.
I smiled at her and shrugged. She spoke, "Nash, I am
