Celine sat at the edge of the wooden bridge by the cottage house she and Tristan were given at the old dwellings, her legs casually dangling over the water as her toes slightly touched the surface of the water, she quickly curled them back due to the cold.
Tristan had left ever since they arrived saying he would be back in a while, but ever since he left, she hadn't seen a single sign of him.
Though the cottage looked quite small from the outside, from the inside, it looked spacious and elegant, it had a massive bed, one that could rival that in a five star hotel, a normal sized bathroom with a single shower, a small yet puffy red couch was kept on another side of the room with a glass table in front of it, an average sized wardrobe with two sections enough to fit for two people.
Celine guessed such a setting was normal in the old dwellings since they mostly have married couples here, the room was set for the living of a couple.
