Sylvia's POV:

I was floored. Shouldn't Rufus just be waiting for me in his place?

As if he knew I was thinking about him, Rufus turned to me. When I looked into his eyes, I felt so much affection that it almost melted my heart.

Shy, I looked away and didn't dare to look back at him. I was actually a little annoyed at how obviously he was looking at me in public without even bothering to hide his emotion.

"Why is Prince Rufus looking at us like that? Are we in trouble?" Harry then touched his hair. "Or do you think he's impressed by my new hair color?"

"Shut up, Harry. Your taste's been getting worse and worse, actually. Do you seriously think your hair is a paint palette?" Flora rolled her eyes.

"You just don't know how to appreciate beauty, Flora. Don't worry, I forgive you for that. Still, why is Prince Rufus looking this way? It's making me uncomfortable." Harry rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Flora didn't answer Harry's question and instead just looked at me knowingly.

my chin up on my palm and tried to pay attention while only looking at the stage from

at least someone's in a good mood today." Harry leaned

"If you keep talking like this,

widened his eyes and

to see

to

that? By the looks of it, I think he's just here for

my arms and pretended to be upset, even though I knew I

admit that you're happy he's here? There's

that Rufus needed a volunteer to come up on stage and

is definitely going to pick you." Yana was

"I don't know, maybe."

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