Aria’s Point of View
The morning sunlight was warm, brushing over my cheeks as I crouched down beside Maureen, both of us watering the plants in Tita Elcid’s garden. Dew clung to the leaves like tiny crystals, and the smell of damp earth mixed with the soft scent of jasmine.
But even with the peaceful scenery… I couldn’t stop smiling.
I tried.
I really tried.
But my face refused to behave.
And Maureen noticed.
“Okay, spill it,” she said, pointing her watering can at me like it was a weapon. “You’ve been grinning like a t****k filter for the last ten minutes. What happened last night? You look… suspiciously happy.”
I choked on my own breath. “I—I am not suspiciously happy!”
“Oh, please.” She narrowed her eyes. “You look like someone who just got kissed.”
The watering can slipped a
