I was carrying a bottle of wine, and to be honest, it was quite heavy. I found a nearby shop on the street and sold it. With the money in hand, I hailed a cab and headed straight to Amias's place.
As soon as I entered the house, a flood of memories came rushing back. Amias and I were from two different worlds. Just two months into pursuing him, the rumors started swirling. People mocked my appearance and style, saying I was like a country girl dreaming of royalty.
I overheard one of his friends joking with him, "Look at you, helping out a farm girl once, and now you're stuck with her. Tough break." I glanced down at my unfashionable clothes and resolved to change. With the support of my roommates, I started learning about skincare and makeup.
Honestly, my family wasn’t poor. We owned a large estate with dozens of cattle and sheep. But having spent most of my life in a small village with my grandmother, I'd never experienced the city life. I could understand why Amias's friends looked down on me.
But back then, Amias didn't join in on their jokes, so I assumed he didn’t agree with them. It took me a long time to realize the truth. His friends' attitudes toward me were a reflection of his own. If someone respects and values you, those around them wouldn't dare to mock you casually.
