Maeve
I brush some dirt off my jeans as I get up. Then, pulling a hand through my hair, I get some small twigs out that I must have collected crouching under or more like in one of the bushes, trying to get a better look at Berti. Finally, I stuff my sketchbook under my arm and look up at Nael.
„What?“, his face is blank, and he truly looks like someone just backhanded him a few times.
So shocked, poor guy. Yeah, I also saw it coming, but he seemed strangely convinced he would get my sister to say ‚yes’ to this. If you have lived with Elodie for as long as I have, you know, that she wants just a few things more than finding her fated mate… yeah no, I think that is pretty much the number one thing.
I remember how bummed she was when Mom sat us down on our 18th Birthday (no idea why I
