As Aurora Sinclair walked out of the lounge, she glanced back. "What's going to happen to them?"
"What do you want to happen to them?"
Aurora shook her head. "I don't really care about what they said..."
"But I care." Alvin's steps came to a sudden halt. He looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "No one is allowed to insult you."
Aurora froze for a moment.
CRACK—
It was a clear, crisp sound.
It was as if the thick layer of ice deep in her heart had cracked open. A stream of warmth slipped through the fissure, melting the frost and warming her very core.
Aurora's eyes flickered, and she turned to look straight ahead.
"Alright."
She strode forward.
But her hand was still gripped tightly in his...
Alvin was nearly yanked off his feet.
"..."
'This girl is surprisingly strong.'
"Morgan, was I just throwing your weight around?"
Alvin smiled, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair from the corner of her mouth behind her ear.
