~Greenwood
Uncle Miguel personally took Elizabeth, Lucas, and Barbara to Barson's famous tailor. The cart crossed the guards' gateway.
Elizabeth found Barbara staring at her.
"Please stop it, don't bother yourself. Do you want to attend your wedding with a swollen face?"
Barbara shook her head but it was hard for her that Luna wasn't there. She felt that a piece of her was missing.
"Young ladies, we are close to the shop store!"
Uncle Miguel announced. Charles already had come to the city so they could have met each other before noon in Barson.
"But you leave soon, how can I endure without you girls?"
Elizabeth smiled sourly.
Lucas squeezed her hand, he would go home today.
"We grew up, Barbara, soon or later we had to leave you. We all have to keep living."
She nodded, but not like this, Luna deserved more than a mistress title and Elizabeth was running away, to her it assumed right at the moment.
