"Thank you very much, Sir McCoy, for convincing my father to allow me to attend the festival." Irene beamed at the man walking beside her. Even though she had someone tagging along with her, she did not mind it. The bustling activities around her and watching the happy faces made her forget all her complaints and she joined them in their joy.
"It is my pleasure, Lady Sylvaine." Lucian smiled at her in return. His eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions that Irene could not understand. Not wanting to dwell more on them, she averted her gaze away from him and looked at a group of kids running around with pinwheel toys in their hands.
Irene recalled her days at the orphanage in her past life when there were a lot of kids of her age. Those days had been her least stressful days when she had nothing to worry about. Instead, her wardens would care for her, feeding her on time while having a bed to sleep in bliss.
