Dawn Sutherland's heart skipped a beat, took a sip of milk, and responded softly, "And then?"
"Second brother—when did you take that picture of me?" Daisy Grant asked, tilting her head.
Dawn looked out the window, caught Daisy's gaze on him from the corner of his eye, and maintained his calm composure, his voice serene and steady, "On your eighteenth birthday."
"You were late for a long time that day." Daisy smiled slightly, her hand holding the milk cup felt a bit stiff.
"Yes, but fortunately, I didn't miss it. I managed to give you a rose cake at midnight." Dawn's eyes were a bit profound.
She was so beautiful that day, beautiful enough to take his breath away.
Actually, he wasn't late at all. He had arrived early, but seeing her and Aidan Sutherland mingling among the crowd, a perfect match of prince and princess, the sight bothered him so much that he didn't go inside and quietly withdrew.
