"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" Xanthite cupped her cheeks as he inspect her expression. He stared at her intently. He felt like his heart being squeezed after seeing her crying.
"I-ivan." One word that explains everything about her situation now. He grinned sarcastically and his jaw clasped.
"Avery, any minute from now, everybody will witness your passion. Forget about Ivan, forget about anyone. You're about to stand on that stage, Ave. We will talk later about this just stop worrying, okay?" He wiped his tears and kissed her forehead. Avery nodded as she took a deep sigh and calmed herself.
"Where are you going?" Xanthite stopped from walking when Neria held his elbow.
"S-somewhere, why?"
"Really, where are you going? You wouldn't leave in the middle of Avery's cooking contest if
