"I think I have fallen in love, mother."
When Cynthia, Malaya's older sister, began speaking, she was still embroidering. 'I still have the right to ignore these talks as a fourteen-year-old kid, right?' Cynthia was always falling in love with someone new whenever Malaya spent time with them.
Cynthia had the mind of a brilliant mage but her heart was that of a frail young maiden. She was easily taken in by anyone. 'That is also why she tends to suffer from many heartbreaks and she still hasn't learned anything.'
Malaya returned to Marina Household a day after Taleba's revolution ended. Madame Veronica, her mother, and her eldest sister Cynthia were having morning tea in Marina's garden gazebo.
Their mother, Madam Veronica, smiled as she heard her oldest daughter's remarks. "And who is the fortunate man who has managed to win your heart this time?"
