"I don't think it's Prince Cargan, Gia. How can you be so sure when you were just three years old?" Afina exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.
No, she didn't just exclaim—she practically burst out. Afina couldn't understand why she was being so jumpy during their supposed casual girls' talk.
Gia met Afina's gaze, holding it with determination. "My deity, never underestimate the impact of a young child's affection. I may not remember all the details from my childhood, but that particular memory has stayed with me as if it happened just yesterday."
Afina felt a lump forming in her throat as an unsettling emptiness gripped her. Gia's conviction was so strong that Afina found herself starting to believe her, despite her initial doubts.
