Erica
“Should I check?”
I swallowed and looked back at him without any expression on my face and without letting him see what I was feeling inside. I knew what he was seeing. A girl with emotionless eyes and thin lips and a proud set of my features. And like everyone he would think that I was too full of myself. I didn’t mind it, I didn’t care as long as all the boxes were closed and the organ beating in my chest wouldn’t get affected and my eyes wouldn’t show it.
His brows arched up on his forehead and he sat back on his seat. After a moment, he gestured at the box on the table and said, “Open it.”
Taking a deep breath I turned to the table, bent down and flipped the top of the box. I didn’t care or marvelled about its packaging and the expensive tissue that covered its content. I in
