I stubbornly refused the help of the nanny and prepared a table of dishes myself.
But the father and daughter did not come back until it was dark.
I looked in the direction of the gate repeatedly.
It was empty at the entrance.
The nanny kindly advised, saying, "Mrs. Marshall, maybe they have eaten outside. Why don't you eat first?"
I was a little absent-minded, saying, "But Lydia wants to eat sandwiches made by me."
Finally, I put on my clothes and went out.
I wanted to find out where they had been.
I rushed to the aquarium, but it was closed.
The one in charge received me warmly, saying, "Mr. Marshall has taken Miss Lydia and Miss Paisley back."
"Miss Paisley..."
I realized who it was and had some understanding in my heart.
I arrived at the White family, but I didn't dare to go in.
The villa was brightly lit. They were harmonious inside.
There was faint laughter and the childish words of Lydia coming from inside.
"I like Auntie's sandwiches the most."
I stood in the shadow outside the door, like an invisible shadow peeping at other people's happy lives.
Through the window, I could see George, who was gentle and good-looking.