"No, just you." He smiled, his eyes reflecting the candlelight, yet brighter, with a hint of warmth in the brightness and darkness.
"Don't listen to him," Aria's voice suddenly rang out, and Rory could even imaged she rolled her eyes as she said it.
But Rory's fingertips trembled, her heart pounding as if a light gauze separated the two. Her cheeks burned, and she walked away, saying, "I got to go check on Hailee."
King Blake squinted his eyes slightly, emptied his glass, and savored the aftertaste of the wine, his eyes fixed on Rory as she walked elegantly in her deep blue dress, his gaze even gentler than before.
After the banquet, Hailee insisted on going back with Rory.
"Blake, you have to take me home." Hailee clung to King Blake's arm, desperately pulling towards Rory, winking a
