Alexander Summers's fingertips were gentle yet firm, massaging in such a way that Purple felt very comfortable.
She half-closed her eyes in contentment, enjoying the man's service, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"
"After school tomorrow, I'll pick you up," Alexander whispered, lightly biting her earlobe. "We need to meet with Lily Howard."
Purple was momentarily startled, then suddenly became fully alert, sitting up straight and asking him, "You mean, your fiancée Lily Howard?"
At the mention of the word 'fiancée,' Alexander looked somewhat uneasy and nodded with a frown.
Purple felt awkward. "Do we have to meet? ...But after we meet, what will we talk about?"
No matter the topic, it all reeked of awkwardness and dissonance.
But Alexander said, "We definitely should meet. If you don't see her, she'll go to the school to find you. It's better for everyone to sit down and talk things out clearly, so you stop overthinking."
