Demitry’s P.O.V.
“Are you nervous?” I asked Mariam who was biting her nails anxiously for the past five minutes. She didn’t answer me but nodded. “Everything will be okay, okay?” I tried to comfort her and wrapped my hand around her shoulder. She leaned on me but her anxiety was already at its peak. “What if something goes wrong?” she asked me in a cracked tone and looked at me. “What can possibly go wrong, huh? There are only two possibilities right now. Either they succeeded in removing scars from my face or I become uglier than I already was”, I tried to joke and she glared hard at me.
“Just joking”, I tried to ease her up but she looked away in front of her. “Call yourself ugly one more time and I will not talk to you for the rest of our lives”, she threatened me in a cold tone and I
