48. Pity Dominates

A beautiful girl in a knee-length white dress sat in the corner of the room. Her gaze was blank. Occasionally, she wiped the clear water that slowly trickled down her cheeks. It had been almost an hour since she had locked herself in there, not letting anyone in, not even her brother Lucas.

Lisa had a beautiful and graceful face, a mixture of American and Franciscan. She had milky white skin with thin, delicate lips like her mother's. Unfortunately, this was not her nature. Unfortunately, her nature was not. She grew up to be a superman and selfish girl. Everything she wanted had to be done, or she would do anything to get it.

But this one was different. She had a long-time crush on Mark, her foster brother, whom she had taken in five years ago. She liked how he was gentle with her and sensitive to what she wanted.

Since she was a little girl, Mark had always accompanied her to the orchid garden when she was bored or fighting with Lucas.

Especially when her mother died, Mark took Lisa