Eloise's POV:
"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable? After all, we took such a long flight." When I closed the car door, Soren had been nagging me in concern. I didn't want to pay attention to him, but now I had to look at him and shake my head hard.
"Alright then, you're ready to face him, right?" he stopped smiling and looked at me seriously.
"You know, with the current situation, it is almost impossible for us to avoid this... But fortunately, he probably won't be going to the charity dinner you're going to attend today."
I responded softly. I knew who Soren was talking about. He was talking about Atticus.
"Of course, I know what I'm back for," I said calmly. Then, I continued to look out the window.
Everything here was the same as before I left. One year would not change anything. However, this was enough to make me different from before.
