Chapter thirty-two

Zaphrina straightened on her seat, tried as much as possible to not erupt her discomfort before him. So far, the night had rolled bump-free. But, Zaphrina knew too well that, just like the pros, the cons existed too.

She had foreseen, thought, acquired, rehearsed yet, she felt as blank as a sheet of paper. As scared as a man in a lion's den and perplexed as a History student in further maths lectures.

Truth is like a wound, it hurts but cures. Little Thomas Greene's words reflected before her, just like her image would do before a mirror.

"I put them on, yes, strictly on special occasions," She didn't lie, so she thought.

She returned to the glass of water she had almost choked on earlier, taking huge, throat breaking gulps this time, praying for it to choke her to the point of hospitalization, for she knew, she was drastically going to fall off cloud nine if the conversation wasn't diverted as soon as possible.

Yes, cloud nine; She felt something special with Marley interiorly