*Matilda*
Tonight, I am determined to be a respectable chaperone. I will blend into the background, keenly observing and compiling mental notes on Rexton’s suitability. To sway Gina away from him, I need concrete examples.
Conversely, if I find him a good match for her, I must imprint his commendable qualities in my memory. This way, I can torture myself with visions of his affection for her, and finally extinguish these dreadful fantasies of him that haunt my nights. Since his arrival, a good night's sleep has been elusive. As I step into the hallway, a sudden shriek startles me to my core.
“What have you done to yourself?” Gina's horrified expression is a clear sign I have achieved my aim of appearing utterly unappealing. If Rexton pays me no mind, maybe the incessant fluttering in m
