Aylin Scott preferred a simple, uncomplicated life. She dreaded the whirl of chaos and complexity, feeling unprepared for such demands. Despite her strong desire to spend time alone with Francis Lawson, she wasn’t ready to admit she’d fallen for him. Perhaps she lacked the emotional strength or readiness to fully open her heart to love. She only wished to enjoy its sweet promise. The constant warmth in her smile was a clear sign to anyone observing that her time for love had come.

Milena Gibson often teased her recently, saying she was "destined for romance." Aylin would insistently explain, "Francis and I aren't like that." Even though Milena seemed to agree, Aylin knew she didn’t buy their friendship story. Aylin herself sometimes wondered if she was getting too emotionally involved.

Sitting alone in the classroom, Aylin rested her chin on her hands, getting lost in thought as she looked around the empty room. This was different from her earlier feelings of loneliness. In this quiet space, she could connect with her innermost thoughts.

Aylin was determined to be a good student, knowing how valuable her chance at the prestigious boarding school was. Yet, Francis’s irresistible kindness often seemed to distract her from this path, filling her with a sense of unease.

"Why are you still here?" The gentle, sweet voice belonged to Miss Toni, her teacher.

Toni felt slightly puzzled, as Aylin’s distant expression seemed to push her away. No, she couldn’t let this chance slip by, nor could she retreat. This young homeroom teacher, fresh out of college, silently encouraged herself as she casually picked up a book from Aylin’s desk, flipping through it awkwardly, "Brene Brown's book on the soul. It's a great read!"

"Yes, it’s quite interesting," Aylin replied with a nervous smile.

"Alright, it’s getting late. Head home!" Toni gave Aylin’s shoulder a friendly pat before leaving the classroom.

Watching Toni walk away, Aylin felt a bit uneasy. Miss Toni was so kind, graceful, and approachable, without any of the sternness or aloofness of a strict teacher. Yet, why did she feel frightened? She couldn’t explain it, but in those moments, even fearing kind people, she sensed the depth of her own loneliness.

She wished to escape her solitude, but would Francis be her knight in shining armor? He seemed to be, like a warm, lively flame. She hoped his warmth could reach her, melt her barriers, but she didn’t want to rush into declarations of love to avoid the pressure.

At home, Kayleigh Gardner paced anxiously around the kitchen, frequently peeking in. She was seething, but the ticking clock only heightened her agitation. Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore and knocked on the sliding kitchen door, saying, "Are you just going to let this slide? At this rate, Aylin's going to end up like her mother!"

Raiden Gardner, chopping potatoes, set down the knife and smiled, "Mom, what’s the matter now?"

"What’s the matter? I’ve been here four days, and when has she ever come home on time? In a town like this, with all its attractions and distractions, she's probably getting mixed up with the wrong crowd!" Kayleigh was unfamiliar with and intimidated by the vivid outside world that seemed to captivate people unnoticed. Her son had been drawn in by it, spending little time at home.

"Mom, you’re imagining things. Aylin isn’t like that! Didn’t I tell Saleem she’s staying late at school for a project?" Raiden replied, trying to smooth things over. He knew Aylin was making excuses; her stories about projects or helping classmates were merely pretexts. She simply wasn’t in a hurry to return home and face her grandmother. Honestly, even he was relieved she wasn’t home early; her grandmother critiqued everything.

Just then, Aylin walked in. "Hi, Grandma," she greeted politely.

Kayleigh, who had been keeping an eye on the door, turned her head away, pretending not to see or hear Aylin. Aylin was used to this and wasn’t too hurt by it. She changed her shoes, washed her hands, and went to her room.

She left the door ajar, not wanting her grandmother to accuse her of shutting her out.

Kayleigh sat on the couch, the TV playing a soap opera she had no interest in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Aylin flipping through a book. Kayleigh knew Aylin was deliberately avoiding her. Though Kayleigh didn’t care for the girl, she resented being actively ignored by her.

"Look at that dress! So short, how’s she supposed to wear it? Raiden, you spoil her, and she’ll land in trouble. She’ll just run off with some rogue, like mother, like daughter!" Kayleigh remarked about the tailored dress Aylin was wearing, which Raiden had made for her last week. It was new but not revealing. Many girls wore similar styles, yet Kayleigh criticized it anyway. These comments hit Aylin hard, and she slammed the door behind her.

Later, Raiden finished up in the kitchen, and seeing Aylin with her head buried under the covers in her room, he walked over gently. He lifted the duvet, saying in a soothing tone, "Come on, sweetheart! It’s hot in here. Aren’t you worried about getting a rash? Dinner’s ready!"

He reached for her hand and found it wet with tears. In the dim light, her tear-streaked face tugged at Raiden's heart. The pain and tenderness overwhelmed him. He pulled her close, "Hey, don’t cry. I know you’re hurt, but your grandma is old now. Let’s not take it to heart, okay?"

Raiden felt his attempts at comfort were weak.

His embrace was warm, exuding a fatherly scent, and Aylin appreciated being held like this, in a fatherly embrace. In this warmth, she couldn’t keep her tears at bay.

"Don’t cry now. It’s alright," Raiden murmured, soothing her like a child.

"Uncle, am I really so terrible that she would hate me?" Aylin sobbed. "She’s my real grandma. Why is she so harsh? She holds a grudge against my mom, but that's not me. Even during the family’s struggles, she loved you. Isn’t that right?"

Raiden wiped away her tears. Aylin was right. Her mother was tough with outsiders, but to her own children, she showed kindness. With her mother’s protective nature, Raiden’s childhood, teen years, and youth were happy. He couldn’t understand Aylin’s suffering in that home.

"Uncle, I know she resents my mom, but I haven’t had any contact with her in years, and Grandma knows that. Why transfer that resentment to me? Why suggest I’ll end up like her? I’m not like her. Even when Grandma is harsh, I’ve never considered leaving. I just want to avoid her hostility. Do you get that?”

Seeing the hurt in Aylin’s eyes, Raiden felt the family owed her too much, more than they could ever repay. She couldn’t continue living trapped by bitterness, pride, and insecurity. He wanted her life to be full, or at least appear that way. He knew what the child was missing the most.

"Aylin, can we talk about your mother?" Raiden asked cautiously.

Aylin was taken aback. Since her parents' divorce, this was the first time her uncle had broached the topic of "that person." She felt both nervous and eager, choosing neither to decline nor to accept outright.

"Your mom married into our family at twenty-two. She was a good woman, wanting to settle down with your dad. After she had you, she became even more grounded. I never questioned that! Over the years, you've seen the kind of man your dad is. Do you think any woman should devote her life to someone like that? Regarding their marriage, I want to defend your dad because he’s my brother, but as a woman, I must say your mom was a good woman, even when she gave up. It was tough for her." Raiden unexpectedly felt tears for Kayleigh Myers.

"She was a good woman, but she doesn’t deserve to be a mom."

"Don’t say that, Aylin. No good woman doesn’t want to be a good mom. When she left, she wanted to take you with her. I didn’t let her! I promised her I’d treat you like my own daughter. If you’re upset, blame your uncle. The further she is from you, the more she misses you. Try to understand her, okay?"

"Does she really miss me?"

"Of course, always."

Whether her uncle’s words were true or not, Aylin felt a rare sense of contentment at that moment.

"Aylin, one day, when you grow up, when you love someone and have children, you'll understand some bonds and loves can’t be severed."

Her uncle’s words made Aylin reflect deeply on relationships.

Aylin disappeared for two days before reemerging in the dormitory, her joy radiating brightly. Her happiness was so palpable it seemed to spill over, lighting up her entire presence. The girls had been worried about her, but upon seeing her now, they all seemed to have a revelation, nearly speaking in unison, "Oh, had a romantic encounter?"

Chelsea grabbed her playfully, "Tell us, was he everything?"

Aylin gently pushed her away, "What nonsense!"

Aylin laughed it off as a joke, and likely the other roommates did too, because she had already told Jemma her mother was visiting. But Sheila, who wasn’t in the know, naturally assumed it was about Eren after overhearing. Unsure of what to say, she left the room hurriedly, feeling a twinge of irritation.

In English class, Aylin sat beside Sheila like always. While pulling out her notebook, two combs from the Royalty Hotel slipped onto her desk. She set them aside and continued with her notes.

Sheila was annoyed, thinking Aylin had gotten close to Eren and refused to look directly at her. However, she noticed this small detail from the corner of her eye and blurted out, "Wow, Eren’s got money! A night at the Royalty Hotel is like, two or three grand. Two nights would cover our tuition for a year!"

Aylin chuckled at Sheila’s sour tone, "What are you thinking? I’ve only seen Eren once since we crossed paths on the pier."

Sheila’s mood lifted instantly, "Not Eren? So, you’re seeing a rich guy?"

"Stop kidding around! My mom flew in from Los Angeles. They’ve been saying this since I moved here three years ago. Why would she bother with a drunkard?"

"Really? Are you not going to give me another chance? We loved each other so much back then—don’t you remember? Aylin, you can’t be this heartless, you know? I still love you!" His voice was raw and desperate, filled with despair yet earnest.

Francis’s voice echoed through the phone. The confident young man she remembered was now different, changed by time. Yet she still felt an unexplainable sympathy. Strangely, tears started to fall as she silently wiped them away. The past? Was it truly over? She asked herself to forget, to release the sweet memories and painful scars.

"It’s over, Francis! It’s all over!" Her voice was firm.

"Can we at least stay friends, Aylin?" He sounded clearer now.

"No, thanks. Goodbye, Francis." Aylin responded coldly. She had once hoped for a light and fragrant friendship, like the scent of blooming flowers, but today he had shattered that peace. Now, nothing remained.

"Aylin, you’re so cold-hearted! Remember this—I love you, Aylin! Only you. I don’t even know why I love you so much..." Francis shouted into the phone, and the sound echoed in Aylin’s ears until they were numb. She instinctively held the phone farther away.

Sheila heard the shouting and smirked, deliberately raising her voice, "Wow, that’s intense! Why not give him another chance?"

This prompted Jemma, Chelsea, and Quinn to gather around, "What’s up?" "I knew it! A talented and beautiful woman like Aylin is bound to attract admirers!" "Shh—"

Aylin shot them a panicked look, covering the phone, "It’s not what you think. Go back to what you were doing!"

The girls laughed and dispersed.

Aylin spoke into the phone, "Francis, I have things to do, so I’m hanging up."

Love, once gone, is gone for good, unrecoverable.

Aylin finally settled at "Artsy Culture." Apart from an involuntary touch of melancholy, Aylin could be considered quite the head-turner. Attractive people do tend to blend in more easily, except for a few unfriendly glares from some women. Especially from Rebecca, who regarded Aylin as an adversary.

Aylin understood what this woman was thinking. People often project their own insecurities onto others. But she couldn’t hastily explain that she wouldn’t be the rival Rebecca imagined in competition over men.

The next day, the school's announcement room echoed with Francis Lawson's voice as he read his own poem aloud. At first, it seemed like a typical motivational piece, but it was secretly penned just for Aylin Scott.

When a gentle breeze stirs,

Leaves showcase their lush green purity

As summer nears,

Cicadas sing their lonely tune amidst the trees

"In the scent of fresh pastries, we talk of a bountiful year ahead."

Autumn is the poet’s season

But for you, it’s a harsh winter

You are a flower, blooming in the snow’s embrace, so proudly

Beneath your feet, the path is fraught with challenges

But without winter's trials, how would you know the brilliance of spring?

The flower won't forever lack color and fragrance

The world won’t stay desolate and cheerless

Move forward, just beyond is the scenery

Believe, Aylin

Embrace youth

Set sail and embark on your journey

You will bloom, you will share your essence

Aylin felt a pleasant warmth spread through her like little butterflies tickling her heart. She couldn’t quite decipher the message Francis was sending through the poem. Perhaps it was merely a senior's appreciation for a junior. But she chose to think it held more, an inkling of affection from a man to a woman.

What young girl doesn’t yearn for love? When Aylin didn’t see Francis, she missed him. She even dreamt of him confessing his feelings. Like her peers, she cherished romantic dreams and yearned for sincere affection. She hoped for warm, strong hands to guide her through quiet nights and a genuine heart that beat only for her under the vast, starry sky. Aylin waited for someone mature, capable of protecting her, with style and grace, confidence and strength, and a hint of humor... and Francis seemed to fit her imagination. Yet, the distance between her dreams and her understated reality was great. So, she waited, afraid to chase those dreams, but now that the opportunity had arisen, she was utterly overwhelmed...

In Aylin's heart, her longing for love was intertwined with an endless desire for familial warmth. Her pursuit went beyond mere girlish infatuation to seeking reliance—a blend of family love, romantic affection, and friendship.

Francis wrote the poem after hearing a Cinderella story from Salem Gibson. In spirit and appearance, this Cinderella was meant to be a princess. Despite their relationship and his impending graduation, he kept an ambiguous stance instead of declaring his feelings. Yet, upon truly understanding her aloofness and loneliness, he saw himself as the prince who found the glass slipper.

No matter how much Salem tried to deter him, he was resolute in helping her fit into that glass slipper.

Francis decided to confess his feelings to Aylin. He sensed her affections but didn’t grasp the complexities of her worries or what she needed from him beyond emotional support.

He knocked on her classroom door and looked intently at her usual spot. Her flustered, shy look convinced him that she felt something for him.

Francis walked over to Aylin’s desk. In front of everyone, he took her hand and led her outside. On impulse, Aylin followed. All her fears about her grandmother causing a scene, her aunt’s disappointment, her classmates’ envy or ridicule vanished, leaving only him. As they exited the school building, a cool breeze jolted Aylin back to reality. She pulled her hand from Francis. “Let go, let me go!” The attention of everyone made her uneasy.

“What’s wrong?” Francis asked.

“Nothing, it’s just... this isn’t right.” Aylin shook her head.

“What’s not right? Everything was fine a minute ago,” Francis chuckled, assuming he understood her shy hesitation.

“Did you want to talk to me about something? If not, I need to go back!” Aylin said with composure.

Francis smiled warmly before delivering his prepared speech: “Aylin, I like you! I really like you. I love your grace, your fresh perspective, your kindness, and generosity. I’m captivated by your many talents and your unique charm... So many things about you fascinate me. Please, will you be my girlfriend?”

Aylin looked at him, amazed. The confession she had hoped for came so suddenly, she was at a loss. “You…”

“Don’t say anything. I just wanted you to know—I like you!”

“Francis, listen. You’re a wonderful guy, and many girls would admire you, but I’m different! I can’t be with you! At least, not yet. Can you understand?” Aylin said, feeling a deep sense of loss as she turned him down.

“Why?”

“Because—I’m like a fragile flower, nurtured with care. I need stability before I can become who I’m meant to be!”

Watching Aylin run away in tears broke Francis's heart. He pondered her words and started to understand. She lacked security and belonging—fundamental needs for any girl, and she had none. He wanted to offer her more than just young love, but how could he convince her that he could provide safety and a sense of belonging?

The following day, Aylin was unexpectedly chosen to replace Rebecca on a business trip with Raiden Palmer to Boston. The news stirred the office atmosphere. Rebecca, in particular, looked furious, making Aylin wish she could disappear. Only Rebecca and Aylin knew the reason for the sudden change, but neither would reveal it. Rebecca feared the embarrassment, and Aylin wanted to avoid conflict.

She really didn’t want to go!

It was clear this would only intensify Rebecca’s resentment. But it was a business trip, a company directive she couldn’t decline.

When Rebecca approached with a sour expression, Aylin didn’t dare look up. Just the sound of Rebecca's clicking heels was unsettling.

“Well?” Rebecca sneered, leaning arrogantly against Aylin’s desk. “Impressive, girl! You’ve got some nerve, haven’t you? Tell me, when did you cozy up to our Mr. Palmer?”

Inwardly, Aylin thought, cozy up? That’s not even close! She wanted to retort, but with colleagues nearby, she had to remain composed. “Rebecca, you’re mistaken. I just found out about this today. I don’t know why Mr. Palmer replaced you, but it wasn’t my doing.”

“It’s not because of you? Then it must be my fault, right?” Rebecca shouted, as if ready to lash out. She felt guilty herself. “From the start, I knew you were a cunning one. Young yet sly. Did you sneak into Mr. Palmer’s bed last night?” She smirked at Aylin’s flushed embarrassment, feeling pleased. “Oh, why blush? Did I strike a nerve? Mind you, Mr. Palmer has a wife and kids!”

Aylin’s lips trembled with anger. She felt cold, scared, and furious, knowing she was no match for Rebecca’s boldness. Was it worth the argument? Thankfully, a colleague named Finn intervened, “That’s enough, Aylin. Don’t mind her kind. Mr. Palmer’s waiting in the garage. You’d better hurry!”

Though angry, Rebecca held her tongue. She wanted to strike back, but Finn was well-regarded at the company, not someone easily challenged.

Grateful, Aylin gathered her things and slipped out of the office, leaving Rebecca behind.

“Hey, enjoy the ride in Mr. Palmer’s new car!” Rebecca’s mocking laughter made Aylin shiver as she headed for the elevator.

In the elevator, she descended to the parking level. Raiden Palmer honked his horn as she emerged, pointing out his car. Aylin hurried over, got in the back seat, and buckled up.

Raiden maneuvered the car out of the garage and onto the road. Catching a glimpse of Aylin’s puffy eyes in the rearview mirror, he asked, “What’s up, kiddo?”

“Nothing,” Aylin replied softly.

Once on the highway, Raiden probed, “Did Rebecca hassle you?”

His words opened a flood of tears, though Aylin tried to maintain her composure.

Raiden guessed correctly and slammed the steering wheel. “She’s out of line!”

“You knew she was trouble, so why replace her with me? Trying to get me in trouble?” Aylin asked, feeling wronged.

“I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t think it through. I’ll sort it out when we’re back.”

Aylin wiped her eyes, reminding herself this was her boss. He brought her along for work, nothing more. To lead a stable life, she needed to stay in her place, speak and act accordingly, not overstep.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Palmer. Really, no one bullied me.”

Raiden smiled warmly through the rearview mirror, thinking her just a child at heart.

The conference, dubbed the North Atlantic Cultural Industries Summit, was held at a swanky hotel in Boston's Beacon Hill. Cultural industry leaders and notable authors from Boston, New York, and Philly attended. Aylin initially thought it was a learning opportunity but soon realized it was just intellectuals mingling with corporate elites, feigning sophistication over wine and small talk.

Aylin had never been to such a fancy dinner. She recalled Eren Murray’s trip to Boston's Public Garden to sketch during a college summer break. He had promised her a visit one day to try the famous Boston Cream Pie. A promise that would never come to fruition.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo?” Raiden asked, returning with a glass of wine after working the room.

He had originally chosen Rebecca for her social skills, ability to keep the mood light and manage drinks. But unforeseen circumstances had changed things, and now he regretted it. This young girl clearly wasn’t comfortable in such a setting. Why had he brought her?

“Nothing, Mr. Palmer. Just soaking it all in,” Aylin smiled.

“Enjoying the meal?”

“Yes, I’m full.”

“If you’re bored, take a walk to Boston Public Garden. I’ll call when we’re leaving.”

“Really?” Aylin’s eyes lit up with excitement.

A child at heart, Raiden thought. “Sure. Just be safe and don’t wander off too far.”

“Got it.”

Aylin felt free as she slipped out, savoring her brief escape.

The midday sun shone warmly as she wandered the garden paths, alone, enjoying Eren’s favorite views. The Public Garden bridges were many, all similar—she didn’t know which one he'd sketched. It didn’t matter. Sitting on one, she removed her shoes, letting her feet dangle as she gazed at the serene water.

The garden’s beauty shimmered like a dream, pulling her into a tranquil state. It was magical. She imagined Eren there, smiling warmly, painting, each stroke vibrant.

“Eren, are you done yet? Let’s pack up and head home!” She tried drawing him nearer, missing him terribly even knowing he hated interruptions when painting.

Suddenly, a firm hand grasped her arm, pulling her up. “Kiddo, why are you sitting here? It’s dangerous!” Raiden had seen her from the hotel window and rushed over.

As he set her down, she stumbled, knocking a shoe into the water.

Raiden frowned, holding back a scold as her innocent eyes met his.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Palmer,” Aylin apologized, slipping on her remaining shoe, unsure what to do next. Could she really head back to New York barefoot? She couldn’t impose on her boss for new shoes either.

Raiden knelt, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride. Let’s get to the car first, then we’ll find some shoes.”

“No, I’ll manage!” Aylin insisted, hopping on one leg. He was her boss. She couldn’t blur lines by accepting such kindness.

“Silly girl. It’s a long way back. When will you get there hopping? Besides, I have work and can’t afford to waste time. No one’s watching, and I won’t say a word back there.”

He was genuinely upset, yet how could he tolerate such antics? Aylin felt embarrassed but had no choice but to climb onto Raiden’s back.

Fortunately, Raiden was sturdy, carrying her with ease. Yet he felt the warm droplets on his neck and hair—she was crying. Why? Had his tone been too harsh? He hadn’t thought so.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” he asked gently.

“Sorry, Mr. Palmer...” Aylin sniffled, fighting back tears but failing.

“No need to apologize. Losing a shoe was an accident. If I hadn’t pulled so abruptly, you wouldn’t have lost it, right?” His voice was soft, a tone reserved only for his young son.

“Today’s been so embarrassing, needing you to carry me.”

“Embarrassing, yes,” Raiden chuckled. “But didn’t you catch me at my worst last night?”

Aylin Scott returned home, collapsed onto her bed, and cried her heart out. She realized she had irretrievably lost Francis Lawson, the kind, handsome, and cheerful young man who had brightened her life. She regretted her behavior, her cowardice, her duplicity, and her foolishness, all for the sake of superficial prestige and recognition, which had cost her the vibrant love she had with him. A part of her wished she could turn back time.

The next day, as she stepped onto campus, Aylin wore a mask of composure, maintaining the appearance and demeanor expected of her. To her shock, whispers about her and Francis had spread throughout the school, creating unprecedented pressure. She had thought that choosing to let go would bring peace, but it did not. So why had she chosen to give up?

"You seem troubled," her friend Milena Gibson observed beside her.

Aylin nodded, "I'm losing my mind, Milena!"

"I wish you were losing your mind from joy, but seeing you like this, I'm not sure whether to scold you or sympathize!" Milena’s playful grin managed to coax a reluctant smile from Aylin, despite her deep melancholy.

"Hey, show a little sympathy, won’t you? You know how everyone is talking about me now!"

"Does it really matter what others think and say?" Milena asked, frowning. She never thought of teenage love as a scandal. After all, Francis Lawson was an exceptional young man. Aylin's answer, however, compelled Milena to reassess the situation.

"What others think I can ignore, but I can't dismiss what my cousins, my aunt, and my grandmother think! You know how controversial it was just for me to go to high school and college, let alone be caught in a relationship they might deem inappropriate under their watchful eyes!"

Milena was at a loss for words. She had to admit that the lives she and Aylin led were worlds apart. She couldn't feel Aylin’s struggles, couldn’t comprehend her bitterness, nor could she interfere in her life. As a friend, all she could do was lend an ear to Aylin's troubles. Yet, she felt that no life should be so deprived of joy. At the very least, when happiness and opportunity presented themselves, one should not instinctively turn away. It was simply unfair.

"But… are you really willing to let him go?" Milena hesitated, unsure if falling for Francis might bring Aylin more heartache than happiness.

"It's too late now!" Aylin chuckled sadly. "I met the right person at the wrong time, Milena. I know I’m timid, not as brave as you, but I don’t have another choice. Imagine Francis as a blazing fire. I’m cold, and though I long to be warmed by him, I can’t contain him, so I’d rather remain cold than risk getting burned."

Milena nodded, "Then stay cold for now. Just remember, there’s no antidote for regret, so think carefully about your decisions!"

During the extracurricular period, Francis's voice was absent from the speakers. Aylin felt uneasy, worried about him — was he angry? Was he letting go? Would her rejection affect his exams? If so, she shouldn't have turned him down!

She found herself wandering toward Francis's classroom, and as she turned the corner, a hand reached out from the shadows, gripping her wrist. It was him!

Looking into his eyes, she realized there was no escaping now; she had to face him and his feelings.

"I knew you’d come!" Francis declared, somewhat assertively.

"You skipped the broadcast deliberately..."

"Yes! If you avoided me, I might even skip exams to get your attention. I’m willing to do anything for you!" His earnestness was undeniable, making her head spin and cheeks flush.

"Are you insane? Doing all this for me, is it really worth it?" she asked.

"It’s not just for you, but for my own heart!" His eyes were deep and unwavering, as if they wanted to draw her in. "For my own heart," Aylin remembered that phrase from a novel, but hearing it from him felt profoundly genuine.

Aylin was overwhelmed with emotion. She wanted to smile, to let him know that his persistence had left her with nothing but happiness, but she couldn’t. Tears welled up, spilling down her face. "Francis, I want to be with you, even if it’s just for a day. I want to enjoy it fully and happily."

Behind them, Salem Gibson stood in silence. None of this was unexpected for him. When Francis had been asking him about Aylin, he had already suspected that Francis had feelings for his cousin. He warned him sternly, "If you hurt her, you and I are no longer friends!" It was the harshest thing he had ever said, but for someone like Francis, friendship was sacred. At their age, bonds were cherished more than anything, as their world had not yet been tainted by the desires and ambitions of adulthood.

At this moment, Salem sincerely wished his cousin happiness with Francis. He was also ready to protect their secret.

Love could transform a girl's mood, but it didn't change the aura she exuded. Aylin finally dared to walk openly with Francis on campus. Her smiles were more frequent, yet when not smiling, there remained an air of melancholy about her.

The skies were gray, The sun was a dull-eyed fish, The moon was stone-gray, The clouds were blood-red, The stars were colorless,

Emotions were gray, Thoughts were dull-eyed fish, The heart was stone-gray, The face was blood-red, Tears were colorless,

The world was blank, Everything was void, People were ever-changing, I was colorless, But in my heart, You were vibrant.

In her poetry, Aylin expressed gratitude for Francis, for his kindness, and for coloring her once monochrome life with vivid hues. It was as if having found this love, she had gained an entire world filled with beauty.

Francis was not only intelligent but also witty and talented. A colorful young man who had burst into her life, making her feel lucky and cherished. People often say that opportunities are fleeting, and Francis was more than just a chance or a dream for her. He was a new beacon of hope in her life.

The trip to Brighton was a there-and-back affair, with Aylin spending much of her time in Raiden Palmer’s car. Although she was always polite to him, their recent familiarity made the journey more comfortable. They didn't talk much, merely sharing the silence and the music from the car's radio and appreciating the passing scenery.

Aside from the awkward moment when Raiden had to carry her back to the hotel after she misplaced her shoe on a bridge, the trip was uneventful. Nonetheless, if there were another similar work trip, Aylin would likely avoid it, not wanting to give anyone the wrong impression of being alone with a man.

Raiden frequently glanced at her through the rearview mirror. It was unusual for a woman to choose the back seat over the front, but he understood it was her way of keeping a safe distance. She was a refreshing, proud, and self-respecting young woman. Reflecting on the previous day’s encounter, he felt swapping partners for the trip had been the right decision.

"If it’s okay with you, just drop me near the subway station," Aylin suggested.

Raiden smiled at her in the mirror, "It’s late; I can’t just leave a young lady on the street. What if something happens?"

Aylin pouted but said nothing.

"Where do you live?" he asked as they neared the University of London.

"The Northgate Residential Complex."

Raiden turned onto Northgate Road and honked at the gate. The security guard opened it for them.

"This is fine, really. I can find my way from here."

"Worried your boyfriend might see?" he teased, continuing to drive. "What’s there to hide? We’ve got nothing to hide!"

"Turn left," Aylin directed, realizing that she was overthinking it. "At the end, turn right."

Raiden chuckled softly, finding the situation amusing in hindsight.

When he parked, Aylin opened the door and awkwardly held her shoes in one hand. "Thank you, Mr. Palmer. I'll reimburse you for the shoes."

Watching her from the car window, Raiden found her endearing but dared not laugh, knowing how strong-willed she was. "Alright, just get the meeting notes ready and email them to me by noon tomorrow."

"Understood," she replied, waving goodbye before heading inside.

Instead of driving off immediately, Raiden waited until the third-floor lights switched on before he left. It seemed she lived alone. Was she not living with her boyfriend? He chuckled at his own curiosity — since when had he become so nosy?

The next morning, Aylin promptly sent the meeting notes to Raiden's email, along with a brief message via MSN, "Email sent, please check." It was concise, with no words wasted.

Everything was normal, except for Rebecca’s unfriendly glances. Work was busy, and Aylin was as in demand as ever, with editors vying for her talents. Even Raiden, passing her desk, didn't spare her an extra glance or call her to his office, clearing up any misunderstandings about Rebecca’s false accusations. Everyone knew Rebecca had a crush on Raiden, but his attitude towards her had always been clear.

A simple disrupter like Rebecca was not enough to cause any real trouble, Aylin thought. Yet, she was underestimating things.

One day, a woman stormed into the office. She was in her mid-thirties, elegantly dressed, with the unmistakable air of a wealthy socialite. Her urgency was palpable, and though her expression was hard to decipher — anger or sorrow — her intent to cause a scene was clear. Her formidable presence kept people from intercepting her.

Rebecca approached her with a smile, "Oh, Mrs. Palmer, I remember you from last year’s annual company party. I’m Rebecca, Mr. Palmer’s secretary. Are you looking for him? It seems he hasn't arrived yet."

"I’m not here for him," Mrs. Palmer said, pacing the office, examining every woman’s face with a perturbingly intense gaze.

Finally, her eyes landed on Aylin, and she strode over, delivering a slap to Aylin's face with no warning. It happened so quickly, with such unexpected force, that Aylin couldn't process it. The left side of her face stung, the unexpectedness of it all leaving her stunned. How had she become labeled a "homewrecker," accused of seducing someone’s husband?

As she processed the shock, she glanced at Rebecca’s smirk, understanding immediately that this was her doing. It was all a setup!

Suddenly, Raiden pushed through the crowd, gripping his wife's wrist. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded.

Upon seeing her husband’s stern face and harsh voice, tears streamed down Mrs. Palmer's cheeks. She lashed out at him in a frenzy, hitting and biting.

Raiden struggled to maintain his composure, as his sense of pride was deeply wounded. He valued appearances, often reminding his wife of how she represented him publicly. To see her behave this way was appalling. He restrained her, pulling her into his office.

"Alright, enough! Back to work!" Finn, another colleague, dispersed the onlookers and led Aylin aside. "Are you alright? Ignore that madwoman. We all know you’re not like that."

Aylin managed a brave smile. It was, after all, a misunderstanding. "I’m fine, thanks, Finn."

Behind closed doors, Raiden finally unleashed his anger. "You’ve embarrassed us both! What were you thinking?"

Mrs. Palmer sobbed into the couch, throwing a photo at him, "You have the nerve to blame me? I found this in the mail! I dropped everything to support your career and our son, and this is how you repay me?"

Raiden picked up the photo — a shot of him carrying Aylin at the lake. It was a setup.

"Listen, this isn’t what it looks like…"

"The evidence is clear, and still you deny it? I may not be young or pretty anymore, but I gave you my best years."

Raiden realized he had been set up. Watching his wife, his heart ached for her pain. "Leaf, you have to believe me. I would never do this to you. This is all a setup!"

Leaf hesitated, torn between wanting to believe him and fearing for her and their son’s future.

"Leaf, the original plan was for Rebecca to accompany me on the trip, but she came onto me the day before, trying to seduce me in my office. I fled, and the next day I changed plans and took Aylin. She’s just a kid! What you saw was me helping her after she lost a shoe by the lake. I even bought her new shoes, which she insisted on paying me back for! Aylin is just a kid!"

"Rebecca?" Leaf recalled the woman who had greeted her.

"Yes, I suspect it might be Rebecca behind this. I’ll get to the bottom of it."

Raiden called HR on speakerphone, "Hello, could you tell me if anyone’s been on leave recently?"

"Yes, Mr. Palmer… Rebecca is on sick leave since the 18th without approval."

Raiden nodded; it confirmed his suspicions.

Leaf understood the context now. "I’m sorry I overreacted, Honey. I was just so upset, but Rebecca…"

Raiden reassured her, "Go home. I’ll handle things."

Reassured, Leaf left his office. Her trust in him, which had been built over years, was reaffirmed. She had been foolish to doubt him for a moment.

As she approached Aylin, everyone held their breath. But surprisingly, she smiled warmly and bowed deeply, sincerely apologizing, "I’m so sorry, Miss Scott. I was mistaken. Please forgive me."

Startled, Aylin nodded, recognizing the sincerity in Mrs. Palmer's apology.