ELIZABETH POV
I flopped onto the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest, staring at nothing in particular.
My chest felt like it was carrying a secret too big for me, and the words just slipped out before I could stop them.
“I think I’m in love with him,” I murmured into the empty air, my voice half-dreamy, half-panicked.
Nana, who was folding laundry at the armchair across from me, didn’t even blink. She arched a brow like she’d been expecting this moment for weeks.
“You think?” she said dryly. “Or you’re in love with him?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Why would you say that, Nana? You can’t even read my mind!” I snapped, even though she practically could sometimes.
She scoffed, shaking her head as she set down a neatly folded shirt. “Elizabeth, please. Two weeks ago, I practically saw
