Lyka POV
The violist was great, her music was mesmerizing and sweet, I found myself smiling widely but she also created a romantic ambience which draws me to look over my shoulder to a certain cold someone sitting right next to me.
I shouldn't stare but I can steal a glance, can't I?
I looked to my right and there he was, with a straight face and tight lips, he was watching the performance in front.
A looked particularly handsome tonight with his black tuxedo and jelled hair. He looked different tonight, like a gentleman who would do anything to protect his lady.
I blame the music for being too romantic because he was glowing right in front of me, I forgot how cold he's been and instead of stealing a glance, I smiled while staring at him.
I was too obviously because seconds lat
