A southern wind brought a wave of heat, the fierce sun scorching the earth. On the window sill of the study sat a magpie with emerald green feathers, tilting its head to gaze at the blue sky and white clouds.
Meanwhile, inside the room, a young woman was playfully coaxing a man while sitting on his lap. Her slender wrists encircled the man's neck, deliberately drawing out her words: "Honey～ Jane keeps saying I lack experience and need to show my face more. I must participate in this competition."
Charles Anderson suppressed a smile, his hand unconsciously resting on her waist, the man raising an eyebrow and shrugging: "I agreed, didn't I? I'll accompany you there."
Rosie Scott gave him a push and stood up: "How will you accompany me, sitting in a wheelchair? If I'd known, I wouldn't have talked to you about this. Don't sabotage me. I'm going to the dance competition, not doing anything shady."
