The light skip in her steps.
The way her hair bounced with every skip.
The way she turned every ten seconds to look at him, a shy smile plastered on her face.
Could her blush be fake?
Could the sparkle in her eyes be feigned?
Could the careful fixing of her hair, the pulling of her gown and slight dusting and fixing of her face be all fake?
She knew he couldn't see her.
Why bother?
Ellis watched as she turned to look at Theodore again, her eyes solely focused on him.
Even if this isn't real, even if she is feigning it, would anybody not want to be looked at like that, wanted like that?
"Aren't you curious what seed it is?" She asked turning to look yet again. She couldn't stop no matter how much she told herself to.
Why does everything seem more enthralling once it involved him?
