Chapter 95
Ella
-Five Days Before the Festival-
“Am I interrupting?”
I turned towards the door, not bothering to wipe away the tears that stained my face and had left wet patches on the chest of my dress. Aelthrys casually strode in as he unbuttoned his jacket, his face showing signs of either discontent or a resting b***h face. His sharp gaze was trained on me warily as if he couldn’t understand why I had been looking at the shelves of books and was crying.
“No,” I said, managing to make the word sound stronger than how I imagined it would sound once it’s out my mouth. “Not at all.”
Aelthrys coughed a laugh as he discarded his folded jacket over the arm of one of the immaculately upholstered couches. “We’ll have lunch here,” he said as he took off his necktie next. “I’m not sure my
