AEMIN
Is he not done?
I watch, annoyance written all over my face. That i***t named Limu or Liseo had been dancing with her for the last five— no, six pieces. And anyone with eyes could see that she didn't want anything to do with him.
Sighing, I pick at my plate of sweets.
I was a little angry at Arlen, too. I'd tried to take her away for the second dance, but she'd just given me a small shake of her head and had continued to dance with the silver-haired elf.
Why was I even h—
"Hello."
Finally.
I turn towards the feminine voice. "Arle—"
It's not Arlen. My eyes widen at the elf who'd taken the seat next to me, with slightly darker blonde hair than Arlen's and her eyes vivid hazel.
I instantly freeze.
"Were you expecting someone else?" She asks sweetly, her eyes flickering side t
