The admiring glances he drew from the surrounding women spoke volumes of his allure.

She could have misjudged Tilda's attitude towards him.

It was unthinkable for Tilda to bear any ill will towards Lyndon, wasn't it?

“Lyndon, please, pay my sister no mind. She didn't intend to... She just.

Ivy's words faltered, her lips hesitating, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her confession.

Lyndon's eyes met hers with a questioning look.

"And what of her?" he probed.

Ivy's mouth opened to speak, yet words seemed to escape her.

A woman beside her interjected, "Mr. Fernandez, it's rumored that Tilda prefers the company of women over men. Perhaps that's why she recoiled at your touch."

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

Incredible!

Tilda was attracted to women?

The revelation was utterly unforeseen.

“Well, Tilda has always been an oddball. It's best to keep your distance from now on," Ivy remarked, her face twisting with disdain and a glint of satisfaction flickering in her eyes.

Rosalynn shot her a stern look, her expression growing steely.

“Miss Larson, regardless of Tilda's preferences, they are a matter of her personal privacy. As her sister, is it mot your duty to safeguard her honor before others? Family ought to stand united, offering support," she chastised.

The dynamic of human interactions was indeed peculiar.

Despite this being their first encounter, Rosalynn felt a surprising bias for Tilda over Ivy. No matter the criticisms thrown at Tilda.

Ivy, caught off guard, instinctively sought Lyndon's reaction.

His nod of agreement brought a flush of shame to her cheeks.