There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
The manor is as lively as ever. Loud. Cheerful. Crowded.
I can't decide if I want to get a moment alone, or bask in it.
Lucas leans over my shoulder and reaches up to card his fingers through my hair, pressing light kisses to my temple.
I grumble. "People are looking, you know..."
"So?" He chuckles. "I love you~!" He hums contentedly, laying his chin on my shoulder and nuzzling me. "I'm so happy."
I squeeze his hand and roll my eyes, pretending to ignore the soft laughter of others. "Yeah yeah..." I tilt my head back, to let my eyes gaze into his. "...I am too."
He beams and his eyes twinkle.
I bite the inside of my cheek as a stupid, affectionate smile threatens to grow on my lips. "Shut up. You're making faces again."
"Whose fault is it that you look so beautiful?" He smiles, lifting a hand brushing his thumb across my cheek. He traces my cheekbone, gently and carefully.