Summer Is For Falling In Love
1. Coastal Lanterns

Holland has no intention of taking a holiday in his busy times where he will soon be officially crowned Duke in one month.

Even so, her aunt had forced Holland to take a vacation on her aunt's private beach in the northern part of the Teratia Kingdom in order for Holland to at least have some free time before being crowned a busy Duke.

It was summer.

Holland was particularly upset at her aunt who had recommended a beach where the sun was stinging on her skin.

Even Holland had asked the maid to thin her clothes because of the hot air.

Holland began to think that the idea for a vacation on his aunt's family's private beach was a bad idea.

However, Holland tries to enjoy a rare opportunity where he doesn't have to deal with political administration and licking royals.

As the Duke's legitimate successor, Holland certainly has many tasks that need to be completed. He managed the duchy territory, listened to the requests of the people, then took care of administrative duties, and attended meetings where most of the meeting participants were greedy nobles.

That made Holland tick.

"Mr Holland, do you want to take a walk in the afternoon?" ask Holland's waiter, Miel. The man was the same age as Holland, but his face looked so young that it felt like he was deceiving a woman with charm on her face regarding her age as if she were still a teenager.

"Walk?" Holland scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, Sir. Once you get here, the only thing you do here is sit down and read. Isn't that the same as your activities in the mansion?"

"Am I too boring?"

"I'll be honest, and yes, you're very boring."

Holland looked annoyed at Miel's reply, but just shook his hand.

"I'm going to go. Are you satisfied?" holland asked as he straightened up.

"I'm very satisfied. Then, be careful on the road, Mr Holland." Miel bowed her body to Holland to say goodbye.

Holland simply clucked and walked out of the villa where he lived for the next week.

Outside, the sun was almost sinking, making the panorama on the beach look amazing.

The birds that flew towards their nests chirped, making the atmosphere feel serene for the chaotic Holland.

The waves produce a sound that makes Holland's stiff body relax.

Only then did Holland realize that his body felt very tired.

Of course trying to become the Duke's successor was exhausting physically and mentally.

Holland secretly thanked his aunt for thinking about a vacation for him, especially in the summer. The season where Holland will feel tired quickly.

"Hm?"

Holland raised next to an eyebrow when he saw the imprinted trail on the soft sand of the beach.

That's a footprint. It's just that it's smaller than Holland's feet. Chances are, those tiny footprints belong to women or children.

However, what makes the man astonished is that this beach is the private beach of his aunt's family. And his aunt was the Marchioness, a man of no low degree. Of course, entering this beach without permission can be punished legally.

Holland walked along the beach slowly, occasionally enjoying the breeze that quietly passed through it, played his blonde hair, and made Holland feel more relaxed.

Then Holland saw it.

That lady.

Standing on the beach with both feet wet by the beach waves.

With both hands stretched out to enjoy the soothing breeze. Expel the heat in the tormenting summer.

However, what Holland first saw from the woman was her striking red hair.

It was so red. Holland never seemed to see such a color, almost like blood.

The strands of hair were long, floating in the air, trying to take part in the atmospheric game.

And when the woman turned around, Holland could see the lanterns in both of her eyes. Shining. Luminous. Well-favoured. Is beautiful. That's hazardous.

Holding her blood rustling, Holland approached the woman slowly.

The more the footsteps brought Holland to the woman, the more strange the feelings she carried.

Something in Holland's chest slammed. It was secretly pleasant, but it was a taboo to admit it.

The closer Holland got, the clearer the beautiful figure of the woman.

The two lanterns were golden in color, beautiful. A beautiful canvas in which the painter is willing to advance at the very front just to paint the eye, nose, and lips perfectly.

Her skin was pale, but strangely beautiful in Holland's red eyes.

The woman's lips were naturally pink in color and how the two locked onto each other's gaze slickly sent a tense sensation that spread all over her skin.

"Who?" holland asked with a frown on his forehead.

No, Holland frowned not because he was angry. However, because a feeling in his chest was presumptuously controlling, monopolizing, taking over the entire attention.

The woman blinked both of her eyes.

"That's my question. Who You?" ask the woman.

When the woman showed off her voice, Holland seemed to hear the most beautiful melody she had ever heard. The most beautiful melody of a musician Hollad never knew.

Thats odd.

His heart began to thump.

Although Holland was the Duke's successor busy with administrative duties and sword training, Holland was still a man reading fiction.

Holland never really got the chance to interact with other nobles carelessly. That was because he was the future Duke.

If something happens to Holland, then the Floral household is affected. Therefore, Holland was confined in invisible bars. A rare luxury mansion for Holland to leave. Like a bird in a cage.

So, the man can interact only through the writing of the author. Through a character that was never absent for Holland to read.

Holland knows how he feels. He could not pretend not to know when he had his basic knowledge. But Holland doesn't want to admit it.

Love at first sight. Love at first sight.

Most novels that Holland reads have a cliche theme like this. Holland knew the same thing was happening to him.

But Holland did not want to admit it. Because it's embarrassing. It was a shame for the Duke's successor to be a part of those cliche novels!

Holland regained his consciousness after he struggled with his feelings. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, my name is Holland."

The woman nodded in understanding. "Aren't you going to say your surname?"

"I'll say it later."

The woman simply laughed, whose voice was very melodious in Holland's sense of hearing. "Then, my name is Esther. Call me Esther, Mr Holland."

"Y-Yes, Miss Esther. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr Holland!"

Holland Delano Floral, a 21-year-old man, experiences love at first sight. And Holland considers it a shame.

But no doubt. What dominates Holland today is desire.

Holland wants Esther. Holland wanted to grab Esther and bring her into the arms. Holland wanted to grasp the fingers, bringing them into a warm sensation where the two pairs of fingers intertwined. Holland wants to touch Esther. Very wanted so that Holland felt could feel his feelings pounding.

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July 2nd, 2023