It takes me a while to calm down, and then a bit longer to gather the bits of dignity I have left. Not much, I should say. I can't believe I just ran out like a four-year-old throwing a tantrum. Taking pity on me, Bart uses his thumbs to wipe the mess of kohl off my cheeks. He uses this occasion to gently pat my cheeks, almost forcing me into a pout.
"You alright?" he asks.
I nod, half-convinced myself. He sighs and grabs my hand, pulling me back inside the Heartgraves mansion. I darted outside and didn't get any farther than the sidewalk. f*****g drama queen as always, June…
Back inside, everyone is just as before, except that they turned off the TV and Cata went back to the kitchen, to boil some water, judging from the sounds. I can't help but feel dead embarrassed, but luckily, they
