Misha’s POV After dinner, Ninong Everett surprised everyone by suggesting he take a look at my room. “I’d love to see your room,” he said, flashing his usual charming smile.I almost choked on my water. Why would he want to see my room? And why did he have to say it in front of my parents?Mama and Papa, however, seemed oddly supportive. “Of course, go ahead!” Mama said with a laugh. “Show your room to, Everett. We’ll just finish up here.”“Go on,” Papa added, nodding. “We’re fine here.”Embarrassed but unable to refuse, I stood and gestured toward the stairs. “Alright, this way,” I said quietly.As we entered my room, I felt the weight of the awkwardness between us. I cleared my throat, trying to break the silence. “It’s nothing special, really. Just your typical room,” I said, gesturing toward the bed, the desk cluttered with notebooks, and a shelf lined with books and trinkets.Everett smiled, his eyes scanning the space. “It’s cozy,” he said. “It suits you.”I stood awkwardly nea
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