Nature

"Thank you, ma'am," Liliana respectfully collected the large basket from the older caregiver.

"You can just call me, Anna," the woman smiled.

Liliana had worn something suitable for the picnic. She wore a long pink chiffon gown, had her hair tied into a high ponytail, and wore comfortable sandals.

Standing by the door with the basket and speaking to Anna, Tristan climbed down the stairs and approached the both of them. He has his hand in his gray trousers pockets and had his upper part covered in a sleeveless shirt.

"That's my wife," he walked up to Liliana and took her hand that wasn't holding the basket.

Honestly, Liliana liked how he called her his wife and also liked to be his wife, she wanted that position but she was a woman, she had to play hard.

She voiced out shaking her head. "I'm not his wife, he's a debtor, he owes me a lot," she said.

"So many nights, right?"