It's hard keeping my eyes open with the steady and luring movement of the carriage. There's something about the sound the horses' hooves make when they hit the hard ground that calm me almost like a lullaby. That, combined with the booth's soft rocking and the late night hours, makes it quite challenging not to fall asleep right away. Resisting the urge to give in, I try to keep myself distracted by focusing on the city setting. However, my companion´s reflection on the window intrigues me more than the outside scenery.
Lyon Vastia introduced himself as the owner of Hargeon's newest rising enterprise, a company named Lamia Scale. It manufactures decoration objects and it has gained considerable prestige among the elite due to its unique animal-shaped crystals. Besides being a successful businessman, he's a very handsome guy. Every movement of his is graceful and his silver hair and dark blue three piece suit added to his natural elegance. Indeed, Lyon is a true gentleman. He was care free and charming over dinner, and even now, as he quietly awaits for our arrival, I feel at easy being around him. I must admit, any girl would consider herself lucky to marry a man like him. I sigh.
Father would certainly be extremely satisfied if I told him I've finally made a decision about my future husband. His impatience has become more and more evident each time I reject one of his chosen suitors. I guess, when it comes down to it, I'm just as stubborn as he is, which makes very hard to come into an agreement. I'm determined to marry out of love, just like my mom did. Well, just like my father did too, although it seems he has forgotten about it. In the past years, it feels like he has forgotten about a lot of things…
I study Lyon's face with consideration. Truth be told, I'm still that little girl who dreams about love at first sight, but I'm also the woman who knows that love has more than one way of showing itself and that life is harsher than the romance novels lead us to believe. Perhaps, after a few more meetings, something will bloom. If not love, then affection and friendship. Once again, I sigh. I should know better than to try to deceive myself. Lyon is a remarkable person and an amazing companion, but I can't offer what he came looking for and what my father is hoping I'll give. My heart is still only my own.
Lost deep in my thoughts, I realize that the carriage came to a halt when Lyon reached his hand out to me. With his help, I get off the chariot. However, instead of the Heartfilia mansion's gate, I find myself standing in front of a large open space filled with stalls and booths of all sizes and colors. I can hear laughter and cheers coming from afar and I can see cannon lights illuminating the night sky. At the entrance, there was an enormous welcoming sign. It read "Fairy Tail".