The Man In White

"Umm, the Master bought me this dress, so that is more than enough for me," Inna said, and Yren let out a long sigh.

"Fine. After this, we are going to the tailors! I can't have you running around looking like my servant!" Yren declared, and the people on the street started to look at him, but he ignored them.

"But that is what I am, Master," Inna said, looking down, but Yren walked up to her and put a hand to her chin, raising her eyes to his.

"You were a servant Yesterday when you called me young Master. Last night you became part of my family, and I will not have a member of that family walk around like this!" Yren declared, looking directly into Inna's eyes, which had started to get glassy with tears.

"Do… You really mean that?" Inna asked, her voice trembling.

Suddenly, she no longer felt like the strong and proud woman of solitude when she looked into this man's eyes. Inna felt like an ordinary girl for once in her life, even though she was in her early forties.