It was difficult to suppress the giddiness inside her after that magical night. Kalliope felt as if she was walking on clouds, gliding as if she wasn’t touching the ground to the library. While she at least had the decency to no grin like an i***t, she couldn’t suppress a smile, even when it was Rafail who stiffly and politely greeted her. He froze a little upon seeing her unusual expression, but Kalliope couldn’t bring herself to care. It’s not like Rafail would dare to ask anyway.
Asa had no such reservation however, and interrogated Kalliope (as much as her quick and excited gesturing could anyway) to spill. It was a bit humiliating actually, but Kalliope had to do her best to stifle her own giggles in the library’s quietness.
Never in her life could she even picture herself like thi
