Chapter Twenty-eight Maelis “There he is, just five steps away,” Emma said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And in three, two, one. Hey!” She beamed with excitement and ushered the new boy to his seat. “Good afternoon, ladies,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I peered intensely at him, trying to see if there was at least one thing I could pick about him that would be better than Aric, but there was nothing. I couldn’t pick out anything; it was just as though Aric was perfect. The perfect man, just the right one I needed. The more I stared at him, the more I thought about Aric—his perfect face, his perfect body, his perfect everything. The silence grew awkward, and Emma had to cut it off by clearing her throat. “So, I am Emma, and I am Caelia’s best friend,” she smiled. “Oh! Emma,” the guy responded. “She has told me a lot about you.” He added, and I gasped softly. Emma didn’t just act like me while texting him; she didn’t leave herself out. I chuckled silent
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