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ARIANA'S POV.
He kept on staring at me, as if he'd seen a ghost, and Sunny pushed me forward slightly.
Bernings took a step, then another as he approached me. I swallowed. He wouldn't hurt me. Even if he did, I would fight. Mrs. Song told me I was strong. If he…
I was surprised to see him gently place both hands on my cheeks.
"Estel?"
Suddenly, like an arrow shooting through the sky, I heard a lovely voice.
'Estel!'
Wait… was that— my name?
"What do you mean?" I asked, and he gave a smile, as his eyes filled with tears.
"You're truly alive. Now, wherever Matilda is, she can rest."
He dropped his hands from my cheek, and took me to sit on the sofa. "Are they your friends?" He asked, his voice softer than I expected it to be.
"Yes, they are."
"Have your seats, please." He said, and Sunny beamed. They both took seats next to me. "Nala! Come serve our guests." He turned to us, "What would you take?"
