Chapter 170: Silver hair. Silver eyes

Stefano Her hair was silver, Stefano realized. It wasn't merely white. It was truly silver. He nearly argued with himself. Silver was a pretty color. Her eyes were also similarly silver. Her skin was white—pale might be a good word, but white seemed like the better one. She was tall and so well-formed that he nearly collapsed at her feet. Pretty, he thought to himself. Pretty perhaps was not the word. Beautiful was the word. He took a step forward. She, however, shook her head. She looked shocked. She grabbed onto Talia, and when she ran inside, he felt as though his whole world came to a stop. “Why did she leave?” he asked out loud. He looked at his hands as though there was something on them. Perhaps there was something on them. Maybe there was something wrong with him. He hadn’t realized he said it out loud. Beside him, Cressida put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” the older woman said. It was most likely just her. Talia told him about the customs a