Date

Eva's Point of View

It's been a few days, and Mark still gives me the cold shoulder. He pretended to smile in front of Mom, but in truth, he really didn't want to sit or chat with me, and instead of feeling relieved, I became even more sad. But I don't have the right to feel that way.

'Knock!'

'Knock!

"Are you still studying?"

When I heard the pounding, I turned around to see Mom standing there, all smiles.

"No, Mom," I say, "it's just a revision." I said as she stepped inside and tapped my shoulder, "Got it. But don't work too hard."

I nodded in response and immediately observed her party outfit.

"Mom, are you going somewhere?"

"So, you've finally noticed I'm dressed up?" She giggled briefly before continuing, "Yes, I'm going on a date with Mark."

"D-Date?" My voice was trembling from astonishment. Hearing that, as far as I can tell, they are really planning their future together. Now I understand why he is no longer interested in me. Because he has already discussed his future