“Noel,” I repeated, my eyes glimmering with a light I couldn't explain as I tilted my head back looking at Mira who was staring at me like I had grown three heads.
“Yes, Noel. Why do you look excited?” She asked.
“I do?” I asked back and she nodded. I wasn't excited, instead I felt a little free but underneath that freedom was weariness. What would happen next?
“No one is excited to see her husband's mistress, even if I'm technically the mistress here,” I replied, feeling bad for the person called Noel.
“I hope I don't see her often,” I added almost immediately.
“You're stressed Lyra,” She said, looking at me like she had just discovered that.
“I know I am but…” I trailed off.
“What's wrong? You know you can talk to me,” She assured and I nodded, taking a deep breath.
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