If my life were a book… then this chapter would definitely be titled:
"When the Handsome Duke Turns as Mysterious as a 'Typing' Notification That Never Gets Sent."
The journey home that day felt… strange. Not strange like finding a cat wearing shoes. But strange like… a person completely bewildered by existence. Like someone who had entirely lost their coordinates—like someone who got lost and ended up asking themselves why on earth they were lost in the first place.
Duke Tristan.
He was… strange.
Ever since that flower incident.
Ever since his face transformed into a highly emotional, overripe tomato.
Ever since I explained the meaning of those flowers.
Since then… he had changed.
And somehow—which even my own genius brain (well, my version of it) couldn't quite comprehend—
Was Duke Tristan keeping his distance from me? It certainly felt that way.
But.. they say... he said...
Ha... stop the dark thoughts, Liliane. The reality might not even be that bad.
