Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller walked out of the room, both strolling to the corner of the corridor, stopping at the staircase.
He tilted his body slightly forward, placing both hands on the railing while gazing at the stairs below.
His posture was upright as the white gown he wore did not make him look bulky but rather accentuated his slender figure.
Occasionally, passers-by couldn't help but pause to sneak a glance admiringly, as his presence seemed to make everything else in the small inn lose its luster.
Caroline noticed the stares of the passing people, her fingers gently tapping the wooden railing, producing crisp and rhythmic sounds.
Even in silence, the two didn't give off any awkwardness, maintaining their remarkable harmony.
After a while, Caroline leaned against the railing, her cat-like eyes shimmering as she looked at the person next to her.