Axel Kratos, both her fiancé and ex-fiancé, had always been in the center of many admirers. Most of these young misses desired him for his family's name that came with wealth, high status, and top connections.
Besides his reputed family name, Ayana could say that Axel was certainly a handsome man in his prime. Though in this life, he was a bit younger, but there were traces of the Axel Kratos in her past life.
Which lady wouldn't want to be a perfect man like Axel as his wife?
Only she had been foolish to have exchanged a gem for a stone.
''I-I sent an invitation to the Young master Kratos, and I wondered if he knew about it....'' Ayana observed her second cousin stumbled over her words, each phrase tinged with uncharacteristic nervous glances and fumbling fingers.
This was the first time she would see Arabella—usually proud and composed—look so flustered, like a girl struggling with the overwhelming emotions of a first love.
