Amyra smiled when Alden said yes.
Not too much. Just enough. Anything more would've looked suspicious.
But inside, her lungs had stopped burning for the first time all morning.
He said yes.
He actually… said yes.
She wanted to jump around right at this moment. But she controlled herself.
She kept her gaze forward and didn't look at him again. If she did, she might've broken the mask.
Because the truth was, she hadn't slept last night.
At all.
She had rehearsed that line "Are you free this weekend?" so many times it had stopped sounding like words.
If it was too direct, he would have suspected something.
If it was too vague, he might've brushed it off.
And even now, she didn't know if she said it right.
She didn't know if he said yes because he wanted to…
…or because he felt guilty.
Her hands were folded neatly on her lap.
But her nails were digging into the fabric of her skirt.
She didn't look at him. She didn't dare.
