As the moving carriage continued its journey forward, the blooming and vibrant scenery outside the windows transformed into a hazy blur. The enormous black horses powering the carriage surged forward with newfound vigor. Amid this rapid movement, Rosalie found herself anxiously chewing on the short nail of her left thumb, a deep frown creasing her forehead. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, struggling to make sense of the chaotic disarray within.
The recent encounter with Baron Aelon had left Lady Ashter in a chaotic state. She had anticipated that the topic of Evangelina's return would eventually surface, especially given the proximity to the unfolding events in the novel. However, she could not shake the feeling of being utterly unprepared for this momentous discussion.
'I guess I have truly become quite selfish and, dare I say, foolish in my internal desires.'
