Aylin paced back and forth, fidgeting with her hands as she moved. Instead of walking in a straight line or moving purposefully from one part of the room to another, she seemed to be wandering aimlessly.
She went from the bed to the vanity, then to the couch, followed by the windows, balcony, and closet. The pattern she created was intricate and confusing, enough to render anyone watching a dizzy mess.
Her mind was in disarray, she had thought about what Andromeda said in the letter and Aylin also agreed with her but here was the problem; SHE FUCKING DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TELL HOW HIM TO BE HER PARTNER TO THE BANQUET! And that was what has been on her mind since she woke up and decided to follow Andromeda's advice.
She'd been thinking hard about it but she couldn't come up with a good way to walk up to Kian and ask him the million-dollar question. Fuck that! She couldn't tell him to his face. And if she couldn't do that, then how will she be able to put forward her request?!
