C18 Chapter 18

Hermanes Hacienda

"Where are we?" Lissana asked as she roamed her eyes in the surroundings.

Fresh clean-cut grasses that linger her nostrils, cold breeze of wind that touches her cheeks and swaying the strands of her hair. Her pale white porcelain skin compliments the color of her dress, she was wearing the dress that Hades had bought her