Lila nervously clasped her hands together, her eyelashes trembling with anxiety.
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if the girl was just too young to hide her emotions or if she was deliberately putting on this innocent, straightforward act—wearing her heart on her sleeve, boldly declaring her affections.
As long as Kendrick wasn’t a fool, he’d understand that this girl, who wasn’t even twenty yet, would fall into his arms with just the crook of a finger.
Kendrick didn’t look at Annabelle. Instead, he lightly wrapped an arm around her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze—perhaps as reassurance, or maybe just teasing her for being a little jealous.
Then, he turned to Lila and said a simple, polite but distant, “Thank you.”
At that moment, the band began playing the fir
