Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563

After several days of workshops and exchanges with the local art students, Rebecca followed Uriah to several remote island villages to study traditional Irish dance.

There were performances during those days, but Vance never appeared again. He must have continued onward, and his next stop was unknown.

Because the undergraduate students needed to return to classes, only Heather, along with one of Uriah’s other students, accompanied Rebecca to the villages.

The destination sat nestled between mountains and sea–a place few outsiders knew. At least, it had never appeared in any of Rebecca’s previous knowledge, and she felt a touch of nervousness as they approached

They arrived at sunset when the entire village glowed in warm orange light. The houses with their pink granite walls made the place feel like something out of a fairy tale.

There was only one entrance. Strolling between the pink–walled cottages felt peaceful and secluded, as if the rest of the world had disappeared.

Accommodations here were mostly family–run guesthouses. Rebecca, Heather, Uriah, and one male student stayed together in the same house.

“There’s a session every week here,” Uriah told them. “Top dancers come and perform improvisationally. Today, let’s just go experience it first.”

Rebecca and Heather were thrilled. They had never seen such a raw, authentic show before. They dropped their luggage, grabbed a quick bite, and followed Uriah to a pub famous for traditional music.

It hadn’t fully darkened yet. They sat inside, and each ordered a pint of local dark beer.

Rebecca normally didn’t drink, but the atmosphere felt perfect, so she ordered one, too. She took a sip and found it surprisingly good.

Then they simply waited. What she hadn’t expected was to run into someone before the dancers even appeared: Vance and Anna. She had never seen him dressed like this.

The weather had already turned to early winter. He was bundled up, but the worn vintage leather jacket, equally distressed jeans, and sturdy boots gave him a wild edge. When he moved, one could almost smell cigar smoke and pine.

The pub wasn’t large, and there weren’t many customers yet. Rebecca and Heather stood out as foreigners. Vance spotted her

the moment he walked in.

Heather recognized them. “Aren’t those the owners of the cookie house?”

Rebecca nodded. “Exactly.”

“Who would have thought of this?” Heather clicked her tongue. “They closed the shop and went traveling together to such a remote place. So impulsive and romantic.”

Rebecca smiled, saying nothing. She was more interested in the pub itself; she had never seen a place like this.

The walls were covered with all kinds of musical instruments, such as guitars, banjos, and violins. They were beautifully arranged throughout the space.

Their table sat beside an old fireplace. The fire crackled warmly, chasing away the early winter chill. The bar counter and wooden floors looked original.

Old newspaper front pages on the walls recorded historic events, like the sinking of a famous ship. Sitting there, Rebecca felt pleasantly warm.