I yawn as Jonathan forces me to twirl around him. I feel so exhausted. I almost depleted my magic earlier and yet, the magic book is still completely sealed. I hate it. Who would have thought that there is something that will not cower to Lyrica's magic?
"You look exquisite, sis," Jonathan breathes as he looks me up and down. He is holding my hand as he forces me to turn around.
"You are beautiful yourself," I praise.
I may be beautiful in a full gown of blue velvet with gray trimmings, but Jonathan is equally pleasing to the eyes. Damn these Dunnett's genes.
"I'm not happy with being called beautiful though," he says, and yet, I can see the redness in his cheeks. If it's Calais, I will call his blushing adorable. However, he is not. Thus, this longing in my heart for Calais stays.
"Where is General Calais, anyway?" Jonathan asks. "Ain't he supposed to be here?"
