Thirty Seven
MORE THAN A TITLE Nova, suffice to say, was in a pretty good mood the entire day. Monica whistled as Nova sent the shuttlecock sailing over the net with a particularly powerful swing of her racquet. Nova could swear she felt a spring in her steps, as if she was dancing while she played the sport. "What's gotten you in high spirits today?" Her protege asked, grinning amusedly. "Good hair day," Nova joked, which almost made Monica's mouth drop open. Nova didn't joke around during practises. She was usually strict and to-the-point. "You always have good hair days," Monica rolled her eyes. "I take it the secret admirer has upped his game?" She asked cheekily, a knowing glint in her eyes. Nova blushed. She actually blushed. Good heavens. "You're so
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