In the kitchen of the Wrights' house, a woman with dark hair and a slim waist was preparing breakfast. Regardless of her attempts of ignoring her surroundings, she couldn't help but clench her jaw when soft whispers fell on her ears.
They knew who she was, yet they gossiped about her at every chance they got. All she could do was listen to them and then ignore them.
The days were quite bearable with a handful of people who liked her, but the nights and the times of loneliness made it worse for her. She had so much to think about and make her way through that mess. But for now, she had only one thought in her mind.
Take care of someone she genuinely cared about!
"She is so shameless, don't you think so?!"
"Of course she is! How can someone be so selfish? She knows that the Lord has a mate and yet here she is taking care of him and always running in circles around him!"
