Fleeting Warmth.

Evelina rushed into her wing, her heart pounding as her thoughts swirled with the memory of that fleeting kiss.

"Oh, Evelina, you're back!" Clarissa called out cheerfully from the sitting area, but Evelina didn't answer. She was too lost in the daydream, her mind replaying the moment over and over again.

'I need to forget it,' she thought fiercely, trying to shake the image of Leone's lips so close to hers.

Clarissa, noticing the silence, raised an eyebrow. "Evelina, are you okay? Your face is red."

Evelina flinched slightly at the observation, her hands fidgeting with the coat draped over her shoulders. "Ah, right! A warm bath is all I need!" she said quickly, offering a distracted smile before rushing past Clarissa and into her room, not waiting for a reply.

Clarissa stood there for a moment, her brow furrowed in curiosity. She tilted her head slightly to the left, her gaze following Evelina's retreating form. I wonder what happened...