'°🦋~' You were looking out the window when the town crier mentioned your wedding rehearsal with young Pillar in a few minutes... You were drawing a butterfly you had recently captured. It was not common, it was very beautiful... Once you finished making the drawing of that beautiful butterfly, you let it free, a smile played on the corners of your lips

your happy moment was interrupted once you returned to reality by the knock on the door. It was Lily, your maid, who came to help you get dressed for the rehearsal of your arranged wedding.

Lily: Good morning, Miss Collins, your mother told me to help you on this occasion. . .