Pouting her lips Syna swiveled around holding the hem of her dress and moving it, to cast a last look at her appearance and ended up blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror, sure she was the bride of that proud Lord, but finally the lady was ready now.She glided down the staircase, her heart leaping and dancing with joy that the girl strode down in a hurry and without informing to Madeleine who was busy preparing breakfast, the lady took the exit of the MacLaverty manor.
She even forgot to stop for a few minutes and question the trustworthy maid servant, Madeleine about her whereabouts of last night when she was attacked by that lackey.
"My lady, where are you going?"