Chapter Thirty-Nine: Thank the Goddess

Marko’s gaze raked the room before falling on mine.

Like in the dream, I correct my posture, but this time not because of his effect on me but because I will die before I let him witness me flustered.

“Good evening”

He begins, and like in the dream, his gaze leaves mine the instant we hold each other’s, but not before his pupils shift between Ace’s and his; not many can notice, but the shades of silver differ.

He begins his introduction with an anecdote before peppering in a few jokes about going easy on the liquor.

How he can do that when anxiety fills me to the point of no conversational interest is beyond me; then again, he has been good at holding in his emotions since youth; either that, or I assume I matter more than I do to him.

Finally, he ends his introduction with a soft gaze at the woman beside him, Magnolia Grace.

After this, he throws empty honours to me, mentioning how proud he was of me as his stepsister before turning to face Magnolia again.

I do not know why I count