Ara was trembling when she stood up from Emyr's lap but she pretended to be unaffected.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll be at the office," she replied without turning back.
'I don't want to see you again, Emyr Viceroy!' If that was possible, Ara would like that. 'But I have to finish my work here!'
She heard him sigh as she walked away. He must be having regrets on playing the piano for her. On serenading her. Or dancing with her...
A sob was rising in her throat. Ara swallowed her pain and disappointment hastily. She meant it. She was not wasting her tears on him again!
She felt him following her. She forced her legs to walk sedately.
At the office, Ara kept her eyes glued on the computer screen. Her sideways glance saw Emyr taking out the manuscript. She found her breath had stopped
