'Oh, goodness, I have so much to do…', Hans sighed internally, feeling that if he had to live a 20 year life that way, he would already be very sour when he met Giovietta. 'She won't stand me'.
They marched to the Palace and Dori was talking nonstop. Hand thought she was amazing and he knew that Giovietta had that from her. It was incredible how Dori changed over the years. She became more stiff, more serious, but at least, not less lovable and caring.
"Do you really think he'll like me?" She asked, still in doubt.
"He'll love you." Hans said and gave her a reassuring smile.
Hans went to the Palace, and he thought about something to say. Something rather stupid, but… he had to have faith that Oman's father would take that.