You Are Not My Wife
Santino took a step into the room and raised his head to look at the different sets of females clad in pretty, lovely dresses. They were elegantly seated on a chair, some with their legs crossed and a smile on their faces.
His eyes moved from one to another, and the second he sighted the shorter girl seated a bit hidden amongst the ladies, he halted his gaze on her.
Out of all of them, she had the brightest smile, but one thing that caught his attention was her hair. It was just as ginger-colored as Lady Avelina's hair, although it was far shorter.
It was also straightened, unlike Lady Avelina, whose hair was very curly. Her eyes were gray and dull despite her lovely smile.
"I will take her." He pointed at the ginger-haired girl.
The lady smiled at him and urged the girl to get up from her seat. Hesitantly, the young woman stood up from her chair and approached Santino. She dipped in curtsy, her fingers nervously tangling with each other.