She felt just a little guilty.
Because, okay—maybe she had used all her strength when she kicked him earlier.
And now that she was actually taking in his face…
Yeah. Regret.
The man looked like he had walked out of a dream.
Or a high-budget fantasy drama.
Tall. Refined. Almost unreal in how striking he was.
His long, dark hair cascaded past his shoulders, brushing against the intricate purple robe he wore. The flickering candlelight made his features look even sharper—his skin impossibly smooth, his lips slightly parted as if he had more to say.
Honestly, it was unfair.
How could someone look this good after being kicked?
And why did she have to kick first and ruin her first impression?
But no. She would not take the blame for this.
Even if he was stupidly handsome, she had her principles.
She wasn't going to just stand there and be accused of something ridiculous like stealing a candle.
If she let this go, what was next? Kidnapping him?!
