Aria Lulu was stunned for a moment, then instinctively stretched out her hand and pushed him hard.
She didn't manage to push him, instead she staggered several steps backward and, somewhat panic-stricken, steadied herself against the wall, her complexion looking extremely flustered.
That was the expression of someone whose thoughts had been hit dead-on.
Rufus Swallow stood to one side, silently watching her.
Aria Lulu lowered her head as her seaweed-like fluffy hair fell down, covering half of her face.
She looked down at her dress, fumbling with the buttons, her fingers trembling slightly.
It wasn't really Rufus's fault for seeing through her.
It was she who couldn't hide her feelings; liking someone wasn't necessarily a sin, it just shouldn't have been Trenton Smith's brother.
It was her overindulgence in alcohol, her lack of restraint while drunk, that had made a fool of her.
