The next day Lawrend and his maids weren't up yet when Ramiela woke up.
She sat on the bed and stared at the wall silently. She couldn't help but remember her imagination last night.
It was caused by a slight instinctive fear she developed towards him. After all, it hadn't even been a day when he flipped their relationship upside down.
"Uuuuu… Annoying human. I want to strangle him," Ramiela muttered.
The sunlight coming from the window made her current silhouette attractive. Its golden color accentuated her beautiful blonde hair.
Ramiela combed her hair using her fingers. She basically had nothing to do.
Back in heaven, she would also have nothing to do most of the time. Therefore, she started writing stories in her past time. These stories were based on her experiences as an angel.
There was a time when she started writing a romance story, and something in it stumped her. How does love form?
