Elara was hanging her clean clothes on the closet when she heard someone knock at the door.
“Good morning, Eliza!” Marvel’s voice made the princess smile.
“Hi, Marvel! How you doing?”
“Fine” He was fidgeting, nervous. “How was your…date with Andrew?”
“Date?” Elara echoed his words. “You’re pulling my leg, right?”
The gamma lifted an eyebrow and leant on the door frame. “We left you alone so we thought…”
“We?” Elara closed the doors of the closet harder than she wished to. “Who are “we”?
Marvel changed his weight from one foot to the other. “Me and…erm…Phoebe?”
The princess glared at the shameless gamma and her anger suddenly stroked like a thunder. “I will act as if I haven’t heard anything”, she threatened. Marvel took a step back with his hand
