"And how did you manage to get ahead of all of us?" Lula wasn't joking at all, standing in a threatening pose in front of the entrance to her parents' house.
Aora's pretty neighbor, a cheeky brown-haired girl with hazel green eyes, had been friends with her since childhood, came to visit her to play with dolls, and considered herself her friend.
"You quietly started a relationship with a handsome boy, and he also turned out to be a rich nobleman," the attacks continued to pour in. "What is your secret?"
"Ah," the girl was upset by Lula's reaction. "No secret. Kire himself came to us and gave my father a generous bride price."
"Ok… but you haven't left the house lately, when the angels appeared on the streets. Where did this boy see you?"
"Out the window! I opened the shutters, called him and waved as he passed by," Aora lied resourcefully.
