"Arlo, where are you now?" Dawn Sutherland asked.
"I'm at a manor not far from City C."
"Arlo, I need to ask you a favor," Dawn's voice was a bit low.
"Go ahead," Arlo Seys said as he flipped through the documents in his hand.
There was silence for a dozen seconds before Dawn's deep voice came through. "Arlo, I'm getting married."
Arlo's hand paused on the documents, and he asked casually, "Are you really going to marry Evalian Chapman?"
"No." Dawn's voice became even lower, and even over the phone, Arlo could hear the heaviness in his heart, the suppression in his whole being.
Arlo's expression flickered slightly, "Dawn, just tell me what's going on, do you need me to go back to City C?"
"Arlo," Dawn called gloomily, paused for a while before his voice came through, "I'm planning to get the certificate tomorrow and marry next month. Arlo, I'm going to marry Daisy Grant."
