GABRIELLA'S POV
My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. s**t, she heard me. It was as if she had confirmed my suspicions, acknowledging that there was more to her than met the eye.
I stumbled over my words, desperately trying to apologize for my unguarded thoughts.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to think of you in such a way. It's just... you have this indescribable aura that sets you apart. I can't explain it, but you really have a gothic demeanor," I blurted out, hoping that my apology would be enough to appease her and prevent any offense.
She chuckled softly, a melodic sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. "Please, there's no need to apologize," she reassured me, her voice tinged with gentle amusement. "I never claimed not
