Yes, Arlette Cunningham, was in love.

In love with a man she never met before. But that's how it happened,right?You need to meet someone before letting your heart do backflips.

Arlette hummed happily, smiling below her favorite tree in the garden, the sketch book lying on her lap. Never before in her life she felt so happy, so complete. Of course that she didn't knew if Connor felt the same, but just thinking about him was enough to make her blush.

"That's a beautiful drawing,Miss."

Arlette gasped in surprise, twisting her head over her shoulder to see who was the owner of that strange voice. It was a young man, probably her age, with blond hair that was neatly slicked back, with big, round gray eyes. His face was long, almost oval while his thin lips formed a charming smile "Who are you?!" Arlette asked, pressing the sketchbook to her chest while furrowing her eyebrows.

The man looked deeply confused "You...you don't know who I am? Haven't your father told you about me?" the young female shook her head with a suspicious stare. The blond man bowed slightly, holding his hat "I'm James Quatton, miss." he smiled charmingly once again. "James Quatton?" Arlette asked in a quiet voice, making him nod "W-What do you want here?" she paused when his hand came into view to help her stand up, reluctanctly, she accepted it.

"Oh,well,miss Arlette. I'm here to...talk to your father about business." he said with a grin. Arlette didn't liked this man...she didn't knew why yet "Business? What kind of bussiness?"

"Ah!Arlette!"

Arthur Cunningham approached the two with a large smile "Ah,I see you've met James already." he said with a smile, making his daughter blink confusedly "You could say that..." the girl clutched the sketch book on her arms "Excuse me,father." hurrying her steps up towards the front door, Arlette dared to look over her shoulder to see her father and James, Arthur kept nodding and patting James' back.

She didn't liked that.

Robert was on his own office in the house, smoking a pipe while filling some papers until his sister bursted into the room "Knocking is a lovely habit,Arlette." he said, not looking up from the sheets "Why are you so polite today?"

"Who's James Quatton?"

Robert slowly moved his gaze to his sister, pipe resting on the corner of his mouth as the two had a stare contest. Arlette scrunched her eyebrows even more, not being able to understand what was going on. Were they hiding something from her? "Robert, who is James Quatton?" she asked once again, leaning closer to her brother with her hands upon the mahogany desk. Robert sighed, placing his pipe on the silver ashtray resting close to the pens "Arlette..." he huffed out a breath, raising his eyebrows before answering "That man, James Quatton, is dad's new customer." Robert stood up, rubbing his eyes in circles while sighing "Well, you see, he...he has some interest in you."

Arlette froze, eyes widening and mouth opening "W-What kind of interest?"

Robert licked his lips, running his hand across his face "He wants to marry you. He came to ask your hand to father." he finished quietly. The redhead girl felt her legs wobble violently. Marry her? She didn't even knew him! "What?!" her screech echoed on the office as she slammed her hands onto the desk "But I don't even know him!How can you let me marry a man I don't even know?!"

Robert tried to calm his sister by holding her shoulders "Arlette, he is a good man!He'll make you happy-Arlette!" the girl pushed herself out of his arms harshly, running towards her bedroom and locking the door. No...no...that wasn't supposed to happen. Walking backwards to the bed and feeling sudden nauseas on her stomach, the bonfire haired girl slowly slumped onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. Why was this happening now? Why now?!

She couldn't help but let the tears flow, burying her face on her knees as she sobbed silently on her room. Where was Adrik when she needed him the most? Where was Connor?What was she going to do?!Brushing her fingertips below her eyes, wiping the tears away while sniffing "This is not fair..." the girl had mumbled, clenching her eyes shut as another flow of tears started.

Without option and completely scared of leaving her rom, Arlette remained there until it was dark outside. Quiet mewlings from the outside called her attention, eyes red from crying moved towards the large window, Adrik was sitting there, clawing the glass with his paws. Arlette wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the blue dress, slowly standing up to let the cat enter "Hello,Adrik...I missed you so much today..." she hugged the cat close, furrowing her eyebrows "I needed someone to talk to."

Adrik purred, good thing he had brought company.

Connor pushed himself up, propping his foot against the window sill "Connor!" oh, how her voice made a small smile form on his face everytime he heard it. He oculdn't really help it "What are you doing here?" even the way she questioned was sweet. By God, he had to control himself. Silently standing on the wooden floor, Connor pulled out something from his back pouch. It was Arlette's favorite scarf "Your cat brought me this." he said with amusement on his voice "And wanted me to give it back to you." the girl remained speechless, moving her eyes to the scarf, then at Connor,then at Adrik. The cat had a pleased expression on his face, sitting at the blue armchair on the corner of Arlette's room.

'Thank you." Arlette said after remaining silent for a good amount of time, carefully pulling the silk scarf away from Connor's large hand. While folding the scarf, Arlette managed to slip out a quiet sniff, there were tears on her eyes still and she did not wanted Connor to see them. What would he think of her? Connor clenched and unclenched his hands, should he say something? Tell her that he should go? No, that'd be a lie. He could tell her she looked really good with that dress, or that her hair looked really shiny that night...why was he thinking about that,anyway? By the time he heard her quiet sniffle, he knew something wasn't right "Arlette?" the redhead girl hummed silently, not turning around to face him "Are you alright?"

"Yes,I am." Arlette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, placing the scarf on the desk next to her artistic materials, hoping that Connor didn't asked more questions...but she'd have to tell him. Taking a slow deep breath, closing her eyes and gathering courage, Arlette turned around with her hands clasped together "I...I lied...I'm not really alright.' she chuckled sadly, her eyebrows bowing downwards as she sniffed again. Stepping aside so Arlette could sit on her bed, Connor watched as she quickly wiped a hand below her eyes "I've met...someone today." she paused, looking at the side "He wants to marry me."

The whole room went silent.

Connor had his eyes wide as saucers, while Adrik rose his head suddenly. The Assassin felt a horrid pain on his chest, a burning that didn't seemed to fade "Who's he?" he managed to ask out without faltering his voice much, hands clenched firmly by his hips. "James Quatton." Arlette answered in a whisper, biting the edge of her thumb "I've never met him before." rubbing the irritated part of her thumb because of her chewing, Arlette closed her eyes "And that's what had happened today...Connor?"

The Assassin was silent, breathing through his nostrils like a bull. Why was he so angry? After all, it was not like he actually had feelings for Arlette. He was just...surprised by the news. Connor walked towards the window, but before leaping out of there he managed to whisper the word 'Congratulations' to Arlette. Arlette had wide eyes when he disappeared into the woods again, tears forming on her eyes again as she covered her mouth to prevent the violent wave of sobs to echo in the night. She was alone yet again, because not even Adrik had approached her for comfort.

Adrik watched as his lovely master sobbed against her palms, that wasn't supposed to happen. He had to research this James Quatton and see why was he so interested in Arlette.

Oh GOD!THE DRAMA!

Who's this James Quatton anyway?Will he make Arlette forget about Connor?

dun dun duuuuuunnnnnn

Continue reading to find out ;)