Aurora took the umbrella from Dominic.
She had no choice—if she stood out here for an entire day without it, she would end up completely soaked.
Dominic got back in the car and drove off, leaving Aurora standing there like a snowman, silently waiting.
Gradually, snow piled up on the umbrella, weighing it down.
The snow grew heavier and heavier.
Aurora's legs grew more and more tired.
All around her was an endless field of white, blurring the world until she could barely see ahead.
Her breath turned into clouds of mist in the freezing air.
It was getting colder by the minute.
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Inside the villa, the servants whispered among themselves.
"Sir," one of them finally said hesitantly, "that Miss Wilson has been waiting outside for two, maybe three days now.
Would you consider seeing her?"
Through the clear glass windows, they could see Aurora's slender figure standing steadfast outside, hour after hour.
