Sophia Sutton stood by her side, looking at her elegant and serene face. Under the moonlight, Iris Harris exuded an air of aloofness and ethereal grace. Unpredictable and difficult to approach.
A woman like that, perhaps it would be easy for someone to fall in love with.
Men always have a desire to capture and possess her, yet her distant aura makes it feel like she can never truly be theirs.
She thought of Brandan Hyde, who confined her freedom. Did he ever feel like he had truly owned her?
But now, standing here, it indicated that she had made her choice.
"Miss Harris, it's cold, shall we return to the hotel?"
Sophia Sutton withdrew her gaze and said to Iris Harris.
"Sophia," Iris Harris looked up at her and softly asked, "What do you think love is?"
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