Coolest Girl in Town

At the exact same moment, on the foot of another mountain in Provence was Alexander, a piece of paper in hand. He checked the address and made sure it was right before he pressed the doorbell of the manor. A maid opened the door and automatically spoke in French when she saw an unfamiliar face.

“Who are you looking for, sir?” Alexander responded with equally fluent French. “Is this where Mr. Burton lives?” The maid’s eyes lit up when she heard his question. “You must be our beloved guest, Mr. Griffith!” The maid spoke in English this time. She led him in after he gave her a polite nod.

“Please get into the carriage, Mr. Griffith,” one of the maids uttered politely. Alexander eyed her puzzledly. “Where exactly are we going?” “Mr. Burton ordered us to bring you over once you arrive. You’ll know where we’re headed once you’re there,” the maid explained. Alexander got into the carriage, and the coachman steered the horses onto a tiny pathway.

This gave Alexander the opportunity to enjoy the view outside the manor. It was a huge piece of land—he couldn’t see the other end of the road even if he tried to. There were grape trellises along the way, and they were covered in green and purple grapes. There were sunflower fields that had their yellow faces pointed toward the sun.

What caught Alexander’s eyes the most was the purple lavender fields that looked as gorgeous as a painting… “We’re here, Mr. Griffith.” The coachman halted the carriage in front of a castle. Alexander felt a surge of curiosity when he saw the castle before his eyes. Who exactly is Mr. Burton?

Why haven’t I heard Grandpa talk about him in the past? Alexander got out of the carriage with his eyebrows raised. … Elise was wheeling her bicycle with one hand while she held onto a kite with another. She was strolling in front of the castle while her precious dog, Prince, tottered along behind her.

to run too fast, Miss Sinclair! Don’t come

girl seems rather familiar. He was about to say something when Elise turned to look directly at him. Alexander let out a rather exasperated sigh. I’m overthinking this!

control of her limbs. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she watched herself losing control of

see the bike speeding directly toward him. At the very last second, Alexander leaped forward and caught Elise in

“I-I’m sorry! It was an accident!” She intentionally looked sideways to hide her face as she scrambled to her feet. “I’m sorry for hitting you! I’m sorry!” After apologizing for the hundredth time, Elise

If it weren’t for her face… It’s almost as if Elise had possessed this girl’s body. “It’s fine!” He managed to squeeze the words out of his lips. Elise was too afraid to stay for even an extra second, and she hastily picked her large bicycle

were thanking Alexander. He couldn’t help but pat the dog’s head when he saw the adorable creature. To his surprise,

here. I can’t believe he’s entering my castle. He can’t be here to look for me, right?

Griffith.” The maid introduced Alexander to Helen. Helen responded with a warm smile. “So, you’re Mr. Griffith! I’ve heard loads