I couldn’t help but laugh at Mathew’s face as I opened the door, clearly annoyed. Clara was standing right outside.
"What?" I snapped.
Clara swallowed hard, terrified. Mathew really was crazy—everyone here knew to be scared of him, yet here she was, talking to him like this.
"I… I… I just came to look for Aira… because Jeff and the others are already asking where she is," she stammered, shaking in fear.
Mathew is my friend, after all.
He took a deep breath and opened the door wider. He stepped closer to me, wrapped his arms around my small waist, and kissed my forehead.
"After you’re done getting ready, come back here," he said softly. I nodded and kissed his cheek in return. He’s so cute.
"Aira, I thought earlier that…" Clara started.
"Just stay quiet. That person has already move
