"Ba-dum!" "Ba-dum!"
That was how loud Arianna's heart pounded with every step Marcel took toward her. And it wouldn't have surprised her if she died from a heart attack at this moment. But then, Marcel was standing in front of her before she knew it.
They stared at each other for a while until Marcel said, "Your hand,"
However, Arianna hid the wanted hand behind her like a child afraid to take a shot.
"I-I can do it myself," She choked out, unable to look Marcel in the eyes with a flush on her face. God, why was she blushing?
But then, Marcel didn't have much of the word, "patience" written in his dictionary and quickly reached for the hand she tried to hide from him. Her strength was nothing compared to his, hence, Marcel already grabbed her hand and raised it in the air.
