"Can I hold you, Bella?" The question seemed foreign to my ears.
Bella. He had called me Bella. Not Miss Wilson, not Bellarosa. Not Bellarosa Wilson. Just Bella. Only Bella.
It wasn't usual for people calling me Bella or Rose instead of Bellarosa, considering how big my name was. But coming out of Mr. Atticus, it indeed felt a little special, so much special then I can put into words. It felt like someone heard made me run a marathon. That's how fast my heart was beating.
And beside that, I wasn't used to people asking for my permission to hold me, to hug me. My heart felt like it would explode out of my chest. His question made me stare at him with my wide eyes and parted lips.
I don't know how I looked at that moment. But I was sure, I wouldn't be looking any better than gaping f
