ty. Although the village was not large, its market was always bustling, filled with colors and aromas that made her feel connected to the traditions of her peopl

but also the chance to walk without worrying about being seen as a servant. Here, in the market, she was simply L

to chat with the elderly Maria, who sold the famous aged cheeses she loved. After b

en her eyes met those of a figure mo

rket, immediately drawing the attention of the villagers. With a disinterested look, he obs

surrounded by his wealth, was in the same place as her-a place that did not seem to fit into his world of luxu

market, already watching him in amazement, began whispering among themselves, but he seemed oblivious. He w

arrying a subtle superiority.- "What a s

o act when the son of the mansion's owner, someone so different from her, was standing j

to everyone,"- she replied casually, though she

eyes shining with a mix of a

where one would expect to find someone like you,"

as impossible to ignore the distance between them, a divide that

keeping her voice steady, though inside, she fe

Loana, raised to be discreet, wanted nothing more than to continue her shopping and avoid any

smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His tone was friendly, but

idea; it was a complication. She knew appearances mattered, especially for some

e any explanation. She was in a hurry to return home to her mother, and beside

othered by her refusal. Instead,

u. It's not like we're in the mansion."- His voice was ge

dden meanings and implications. What would people think if they saw her with him? What would her mother say if she found

er lips, and before she c

just a sh

l gesture, he guided her toward a path leading out of the market, away from the

r urged her to follow, to let curiosity guide her. However, she couldn't help