The sky transforms into a breathtaking canvas of vivid gradient that blends deep blue, soft violet, warm peach, and fiery orange. The wind howls through the air, whistling a slow melody reminiscent of wintry nights. Lamp posts stand tall with a gentle yet radiant glow of luminous yellow, casting a soothing ambience upon the surroundings.

     On the sidewalk, Oliver walks steadily, neither slow nor hurried. His gaze remains fixed downward as he strides with hands clasped behind his back. Spotting a harmless pebble in his path, he kicks it aside before resuming his march and blows out a weary sigh.

     The surroundings lack other individuals, leaving Oliver as the sole presence in this tranquil neighbourhood. Front yards with vibrant gardens oozing a serene and soothing atmosphere allow Oliver to carry himself with an upright back and take spacious strides as he marches forward. Peace and serenity walk with him.

     Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps pierces the air. It captures Oliver's attention. He looks directly ahead, and his eyes widen in surprise.

     Once again, men and women hasten towards the Remaining Podeshire. Mobs surround him with their bodies and a barrage of questions. The tranquil environment instantly transforms into a place filled with desperate individuals as voices echo with urgency and longing.

"Sir! Sir! May I inquire about your affections?" a lady rushed forward.

"Sir! Is it my daughter who has captured your admiration?" a man queried.

Oliver attempted to ignore them and continued walking, but the persistent crowd blocked his path, preventing him from moving forward.

"Can I know who you have infatuated? My husband and I are eager to know, please!"

"Do you have someone you fancy? Oh, please! Disclose the name of that fortunate lady!"

"Please, may we learn who holds your affection? Our curiosity is genuine!"

"Oh! Could it be that I am the one you admire?"

"Podeshire, can you enlighten us about the lady who has captured your heart?"

Oliver suddenly turned around, pointed towards the sky, and shouted, "Oh, look! A flying rock!"

     The crowd immediately follows the direction where Oliver is pointing. While everyone gawks at the sky, Oliver pushes through. He then flees away, hurrying to the corner of the street.

     Soon, Oliver returns home and pushes through a grand double-door entrance. He then closes the doorway as he leans his body against the panelling. He pants in exhaustion as he looks at the ceiling with unsteady eyes. Then, his eyes closed.

     After catching his breath, Oliver opens his eyes and sees a gigantic chandelier illuminating the space with a soft glow from the high ceiling. As he lowers his gaze, his eyes swiftly lock on a crowd inside the mansion's lobby. A surge of familiarity washes over him, for those are familiar faces.

     Gregory, frowning, leaned against the ornate railings of the grand staircase between Sophia, who stood on one of the steps, and Edgar, whose restless energy manifested in uncontrollable bouncing on his feet. Across from them stood Sarrah and Bethany, holding their hands. And in the centre is Oliver's adoptive father, Frederick, standing with his arm crossed over his chest.

"Is it true?" Frederick approached Oliver with his lips tightened.

"Huh?" Oliver walked toward his adoptive father, Frederick.

"Is it true that you like someone?" Frederick ventured as his lips curved into a smile.

Oliver's fair, light skin instantly flushed as he looked at his friends behind Frederick.

"Hmm..." Sophia closed her eyes as she giggled.

"I heard that from your friends," Frederick said.

Oliver gasped. "What!? Guys! Not you, too!" His eyes widened.

"Well, is it true?" Frederick turned around and asked the group behind him.

"Yeah," Sophia responded immediately.

"It's true!" Bethany answered.

"Duh, we're the witnesses," Sarrah, despite her monotonous voice, couldn't hide her grin.

"Mhm!" Bethany added.

"Yee!" Edgar swiftly nodded while bouncing on the floor, his fists clenched.

"..." Gregory remained silent, looking at the ground and avoiding eye contact with Oliver.

     Oliver stepped back. He then took off his shako cap, dropping it on the floor. Oliver sighed as he looked away.

     Slowly, Oliver's gaze returns to Frederick, surprised by the humble smile on Frederick's face. Oliver glances at his shoes, contemplating his thoughts and searching for the right words to convey his feelings. With a deep breath, he gathers his courage.