"I didn't expect him to save me or take care of me," Melissa said, resting the brush on the dressing table.
"Luna, perhaps the deep misunderstandings between you two has made it difficult for you two to open your hearts. Well, you did like him," Pia said, reflecting a small smile on her lips.
"Not anymore," Melissa replied promptly.
"How long do you wish to take to get ready?" Radulf's voice echoed in the dressing chamber. Pia immediately stepped away with her head low as Radulf walked in. She sensed he needed a private moment and excused herself.
As Melissa attempted to stand up, Radulf's both hands trapped her between them. He leaned toward, his chin hovering just above her right shoulder while tightly grasping the edges of the dressing table.
"Why don't you like me anymore?" Radulf asked.
"You know the reason," Melissa said.
"I don't know why you liked me," he changed the question.
