"Oh. My. God! My lady, you're still blushing?!" Adelle finally exploded, throwing her arms into the air as if she had just witnessed a live proposal from a K-drama lead. "It's been thirty minutes! Thirty! I've counted! That's longer than my last relationship!"
She squinted suspiciously at Ava, who was seated stiffly like a malfunctioning mannequin, clutching her teacup with both hands as if it were the Holy Grail of Romantic Delusions. Her cheeks were still a shade of pink that could rival a cherry blossom in full bloom.
Adelle had only ever seen this expression once before—and it wasn't during a romantic dinner or a heartfelt confession. No. It was the time Ava caught her sneaking back into the estate at 2 A.M., glitter on her face, tears in her eyes, and a limited-edition Byun Baekhyun lightstick clutched like a weapon. That night, Ava had looked at her not with disappointment… but with envy.
