The Third Wheel

Yetta was wearing a light green checkered gauze shirt with a silk skirt in a matching shade, paired with white sandals. Her hair was elegantly coiled into a bun with a few stray locks cascading on her forehead. She stood by the fountain, surrounded by geraniums and wind chimes, resembling a lady in a painting: serene, elegant, and dreamy.

In the center of the fountain pool was an elf sculpture. The elf held a lily, and water sprouted from the flower's core, flowing down along the elf's dress, forming a circle of water curtains. In the gentle morning sunlight, it formed a misty white spray. The pool's surface rippled with concentric rings, and its water appeared deep green because the bottom of the pool was covered with moss.

Yetta's poised elegance only lasted less than five minutes. Her heart was full of restlessness and anticipation. She walked around and around the fountain, complaining from time to time that the skirt was too narrow for her to move her legs, and the soles of her s