Ivy took out another piece of cake and took a bite out of it. "He knows that I like him. I made it quite obvious."

Lucas' mother chuckled. "And how did he respond?"

"I'm from Aryadelle. It's quite far from Taronia," Ivy said.

Lucas' mother instantly froze as she understood the implications of Ivy's words. "Are you saying you wouldn't be able to marry and move here?"

Ivy nodded. "My parents wouldn't let me marry here, and I don't want to leave them. They treat me really well."

Lucas' mother nodded in understanding "I can see that. You're always smiling, have a good personality, and it's clear that you come from a happy family."

Ivy affirmed her assumptions: "Yes. My parents weren't very keen on letting me come here, but I insisted. They didn't stop me, but they would absolutely not allow me to settle down here."

"If you're doing well in Aryadelle, there's no point in settling down in Taronia. Even though I haven't been abroad, I know that Aryadelle is quite developed." Luc