"Alright, then I won't marry Uncle Gordon when I grow up!" Bianca Aretha nodded as if she suddenly understood. "I'll wait until I'm older to marry Uncle Gordon, then I'll be cow manure too, and we'll be a perfect match!"
What chaotic logic. Ivy Aretha didn't want to deal with this little brat anymore!
After a hectic day, Ivy was exhausted and went to bed right after dinner. Perhaps because of fatigue, she, who had never dreamt before, had an extraordinary dream.
In her sleep, she dreamt of herself as a pure and innocent young girl, wearing a white dress, with long black hair, standing under a sycamore tree, quietly watching a boy walking towards her from afar.
He wore a white t-shirt, had a sunny and bright smile, and familiar curve of his lips. He said, "When you grow up, be my beautiful bride, and you'll be the happiest woman in the world!"
Why did she have such a dream?
