FREYA
Desmond holds my hand high and gives me the support I need at this moment. Because all eyes are on us as usual. But this time – it’s not in a good way.
When I was entering this hall with Troy, everyone was clapping, giving us their best wishes and doing everything possible to stay close to us. And today… reminds me of our first ball at the tournament where everyone was giving us the way and trying to escape as soon as possible.
“I hope you are not regretting being with me and not with my brother,” Desmond looks at me intensely and I give out a little snort.
“Oh, please, I am not a big fan of fake smiles and small talk. It’s okay.”
“Okay?” his brow shoots up.
“It’s what we say in my world,” I whisper to him as if it’s the biggest and most important secret in my life, “It
