Worse.
What a simple word that anyone could easily understand, yet so vague, so complicated, so complex… or was it? Was the word just as Aries thought it was, or was her view simply subjective because it was Abel? Perhaps it was because that word weighed nothing on her, and it was useless for someone to tell her that.
Aries… could be worse, too. Worst, even.
"It's been half a year, brother…" Aries's eyes softened as she brush Dexter's forehead with her fingertips. "Many things had happened, and many things had changed. The boutique… Violet was doing a great job of running it. Matter of fact, Violet was able to buy a noble status. She's loved by everyone, and seeing how she was living well puts my heart at ease."
She retrieved her hand and held his hand. "I would like to throw a banquet for her to celebrate the occasion. You'd be elated to see how she had accomplished so much all on her own."
