Paul
doesn’t say anything, but it’s obvious he’s restraining himself from making a
scathing remark. Oliver offers to sit down and talk, but I say I have to go up
to my room to get my notes and will find them in a few minutes.
I
don’t bother to change; Oliver is dressed casually, so I don’t need to dress
up. Although, as I contemplate my reflection, I realize if I change, it’s
possible Paul will see it as an attempt to impress Oliver, so why not?
Oliver
gets up as soon as he sees me.
“And
I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful,” he exclaims.
Paul’s
face remains impassive. This time, I can’t help myself. “Paul, please! Stop
showering me with compliments. I get it; my outfit bewitched you.”
My
remark triggers Oliver’s laughter. He turns to Paul. “She’s right. Make an
effort
