"But... what if it doesn't work?" Ginny's voice quivered, uncertainty evident in her tone.
"Then we'll make it work," Persephone said softly as she squeezed her hand gently.
Now, sprawled on her bed, Persephone buried her face in her pillow, muffling yet another scream. She couldn't believe she'd said those words to Ginny without completely malfunctioning.
Her mind replayed everything—how Ginny had reassured her that the girl claiming to be her "girlfriend" was actually her sister. Relief had coursed through Persephone like a tidal wave, especially with the way Ginny's voice had carried that soft, earnest reassurance.
"So," Persephone had asked cautiously, "are there any other suitors I'm competing with?" Ginny's cheeks had turned a delightful shade of pink, her gaze briefly dropping to the floor before she looked back up.
