385 A new chapter- I

We stared at each other and my friend understood that I did not want to meet him. Merelyn closed her eyes slowly, giving me a blink before shaking her head subtlety.

I had to meet him.

"Genevive," Camille touched my shoulder, "if you were to excuse us now. I suppose you two require some moments together alone."

Not really, no. "That's quite alright—"

"We would be right inside. If you need anything, just give us a call." Marilyn smiled and whisked Camille away as Chiara followed them out, slowly, purposely delaying herself to communicate with her nephew.

Tristan had barely exited the hall of the palace, and had not even touched the ground of the garden yet. His eyes were on me, even though he was listening to his aunt attentively.

Even from afar, the man was able to get my heart beat so quickly that I was about to sweat from it.

It affected me. He affected me.