Greta’s POV
I smiled happily as I looked at my reflection in the mirror while brushing my mouth the next day after Dylan and Demien had apologized to me. Dylan had asked me to help him treat his muscle injury and I had intended to help him do it the previous day but after I got to my room, I had yawned tiredly and fallen asleep.
I couldn't blame my body for doing that. I had been having sleepless nights and crying all the time due to the heaviness in my heart, but the instant that was lifted, my body decided to do the needful.
I had woken up that morning and had happily gone out of my room and greeted my brothers.
“I think I prefer that look on your face,” Demien had said smiling at me. Unlike before they were still at home at that time.
“It makes you look quite beautiful,” Dylan
