Leon glanced at Emma, noticing she had been staring at him for a while. He had called her that morning, and now they were in the car driving to Château d'Amour Bridal. Oddly enough, she hadn't refused him—not even once. It was unlike her usual self, and something about her felt… off.
"Is there something on my face?" Leon asked, stealing a quick glance at her.
"Hmm..." She nodded.
"There is?!" Leon exclaimed, startled. He began rubbing his face, worried there might be some leftover breakfast stuck on him. "Is it clear now?"
Emma suddenly smiled—a genuine smile—but there was something playful about it, like she was amused just watching him fall for her little trick.
Just seeing her smile made Leon's lips curve into one of his own. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
Emma raised an eyebrow at his question. "Hmm, never felt better," she replied casually.
