The night was unusually quiet in the Martin mansion. The moonlight filtered softly through the window of Lydia’s small room, casting silver patterns on the floor. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart too restless for sleep.
Her mind kept replaying the morning — the way Jacob had looked at her when she wore that blue dress, the way his voice had trembled slightly when he said she looked beautiful.
It wasn’t just admiration in his eyes. It was something deeper… something she had seen only in stories and dreams.
Lydia turned on her side, hugging her pillow and whispering to herself,
“Maybe Jacob loves me… the way I love him.”
Her cheeks flushed as she smiled softly in the dim light.
“Maybe that’s what he wanted to tell me today… maybe he was shy.”
She sighed, her heart
