"And Aether… he was really worried about you, you know."
Lia was utterly shocked the moment she heard the name she hated the most... It was the name of the man who stole her first kiss.
Friendly Lia vanished, replaced by a furious glare that carried days of unspoken bitterness.
Lia snorted, her lips curling in contempt as she spoke, "Oh? Would he…?" The words trailed off, but her tone was heavy with disgust and sarcasm, as if even finishing the thought made her skin crawl.
Aria frowned the moment she saw that reaction. She blinked and glanced toward Helena, who had been stuffing cookies into her mouth, only to freeze mid-motion as though she had been listening closely the entire time, so as not to waste any food.
Helena hurriedly swallowed, taking a careful sip of tea to clear her throat before speaking. "Lia… what happened?" she asked softly, "Did you and Aether get into a fight or something?"
