She cheerfully lifted the hem of her crimson skirt at the door, gracefully twirling in circles.
A girl of fifteen or sixteen danced freely beneath the golden sunlight, accompanied by the faint chirping of birds in the distance…
As if she truly enjoyed everything here.
She was no stranger.
She was Lisa—Kiera Waltson, who had followed her mother Abigail Lindsey back to the country years ago to attend Isabella Lindsey's wedding.
However.
She had now given herself a new name—
From the car, a kind elderly woman's voice called out, "Laura, dear, come help your grandma out."
That's right, she was now called Laura Waltson.
She wanted to be a girl who brought warmth to others.
With a slight hesitation, she walked to the car door, extended a hand, and supported Penny Sullivan as she slowly stepped down. However, her words were not particularly affectionate. "Don't rush, you're getting older; walk a little slower."
