𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 - 𝐓𝐞𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐯𝐢𝐢.

Y/N's POV

"Your aunt is right over here," My mother said. I walked behind her until we saw my aunt.

"Come here, my precious child!" My aunt smiled.

"Aunt Ophelia!" I hugged her. I loved aunt Ophelia and she possibly loved me more. She never had a daughter, just her son, Owen, and her other two older sons. When she found out she had a niece, she was exhilarated.

"You've grown bigger since the last time I saw you," Now this wasn't a lie. The last time she saw me was seven years ago.

"Let me take off your mask and see your face," She said as she took off the ribbon behind my head.

"You've grown beautifully my dear," She touched my cheek tenderly. "You remind me of myself when I was younger." I laughed at her. We don't share any features, maybe our noses but that's about it. She has the same eyes and hair as Owen.

"You look so much like your mother when she was younger," She smiled.

"Are you calling me old Ophelia?" My mother scoffed, acting as if she was offended.

"I would never Addie," My aunt joked with my mother. My aunt and mother were close, even if they fought, they still loved each other.

"Is that Owen beside you?" My mother asked, acknowledging the blonde-haired boy next to her. My aunt Ophelia nodded in response.

"Don't be rude Owen, say hello to your Aunt Adeline," Ophelia spoke to her son. It's been a while since I've seen Owen.

Owen stood in front of my mother and bowed. He took off his mask, and what surprised me more was one of the boys who helped me in the markets.

"It's lovely to see you again my dear," My mother politely told him, caressing his cheek. She and Owen talked for a while. As did my aunt Ophelia. Owen and I made eye contact with each other several times.

We didn't really speak, I didn't know how to bring up the incident from the market.

Wait... If Owen was here and brought his friends... that might mean that the boy from the markets is here. The mystery boy must be the boy from the markets.

They do share a strong resemblance...

I had to leave to see him again. I was certain they were the same person. They had to be, similar facial structure, hair, and voice. There wasn't a chance that it wasn't him.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to meet with a friend." I excused myself from my family. I went to say goodbye to my aunt.

"Is it the young gentleman you were dancing with?" My aunt smirked, teasing me. I rolled my eyes at her, knowing she would be excited. My aunt was like a young adolescent. Wanting to know the latest gossip from everyone.

"No," I lied.

"Well," My aunt gave me suggestive look, knowing I was lying. "Stay safe nonetheless," My aunt hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"I will," I told her.

And with that, I left to find my mystery boy.

Tewkesbury's POV

I got lost along the way trying to find the gardens. But I got help from a servant, they did give me a nasty stare. I ignored it and went on.

Once I made it to the garden, I walked around for a bit, admiring the flowers around. I saw carnations and I picked out a few pink and red ones for Violet's friend.