Elise blinked. Once. Twice. Before she felt her blood rushing to fill her head. Master Ian seemed angry but just now, did he praised her? She wasn't wrong. Ian had called her to be more beautiful than flowers. This was the second time Ian praised her to be beautiful and like the first time, she felt her heart elated with his words.
Ian knew Elise had lived differently than the ladies he met. She lived in the house of the Scott's sheltered from romantic feeling and it was what made her shine better than the ladies who could only smile and exchange words like a doll. Her soul was free and the innocence she had only urge other men to desire her. But he wouldn't let anyone to touch her.
