Elara’s POV
“You are always the most beautiful thing, Elara.”
I froze, clenching the hem of my skirt, I felt shivers through my spine.
I wasn’t sure if I had heard wrongly, but I turned to Alric, waiting for him to say it again. I wasn’t sure if I heard him right. Alric had just confessed something to me, and instead of feeling happy, I felt a bit nervous.
I wasn’t sure if he was being truthful, it was the first time since we’d been on this fake dating thing.
He didn’t wait a moment.
“Let’s go. We’re late,” he muttered dryly as he left.
I wished I had recorded that. A part of me was happy and somewhat confident in myself.
The journey to school was silent, but I didn’t feel the usual awkwardness as before.
Alric called me beautiful, I couldn’t help but blush all the way through.
