"More bubbles, my lady?" The maid asked with a smile.
"Yes, please!"
'It has been a week since I have come here but I haven't seen a single strand of the archduke.'
She would have been grateful for that fact if it was her previously. 'Stay in the corner and not attract attention.' that was the advice her first adopted father, Duke Loris told her after it was revealed that she wasn't the child of miracles.
Arisha followed that words like a martyr, lowering her presence to the best of her ability. Never going out, never socializing, living modestly until the day she died for the fourth time.
The little girl thought about the past and suddenly remembered what happened in the third year of living in her Senior's mansion.
Holding both of the girls cheeks with teary eyes, he told her sincerely, "Arisha, you're a beautiful flower that doesn't get enough sunlight and water. If this continues, you're going to wilt. I don't want that to happen, not when you haven't bloomed yet."
