He Is Perfect

Gushing, I pulled him closer to me and attempted to teach him more words.

He seemed to have had ebought of that and instead squirmed out of my arms, so I left him alone to play, knowing that that maids would be watching him like a hawk to make sure that he was okay.

Pulling Andrea out in the hallway, we walked to her room, Andrea squirming under the strength of her grip.

“Olivia, what is wrong with you?” she yelled as soon as the door was shut. Pacing on the floor, I tried to recound the things that Dante had said in the kitchen earlier.

I sat down on the bed, and concerned, she took a seat right beside me. “Come on, you can tell me. What's going on?”

“I think they know. And if they don't know, then they suspect.” I said, squeezing my fingers into a ball.

“Know what? Suspect what?” spluttered Andrea, rubbing her arms against her forearms where I had grabbed her. Apologizing, I got up.

“I am so sorry about your arm. I kind of panicked and I went all crazy. I didn't mean to hurt you-