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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝: 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼

-DIMITRIS

I never expected shopping to be this fun. I had always hated it. Mariam helped too; she surprisingly had great fashion taste. I found it surprising that she had turned down the offer of going into the fashion industry.

I halted, eyeing a piece of lingerie. Hot red. It looked so fragile that I wondered if it would tear under the weight of my butt.

"Just take it already, ma'am."

I turned to see an attendant with a knowing smile plastered across her face. I felt my face heat up.

"No, I was just passing by. Er--we should pay. We have something to do later, right, Aeres?" I eyed Aeres, whose arms were full with bags.

Aeres gave me a weird look before going with the flow. "Oh, yeah! We should go. My arms are aching already."

"But we---" Mariam started to protest, but she paused when she caught sight of my glare.

"Fine."

••••••

I let my head fall back, letting out a breathy moan.

This is top-notch.

Getting a fuck---

What were you thinking?

Ice cream on a hot day...

Man, this tastes so good. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry---I could go on and on. My mouth's frozen busy.

Was it me, or did I feel like an eye candy today?

I winked at a cute guy. He blushed and turned away, shy.

I glared hard at the others.

Good. Finally got the creepy gazes off me.

What's that look? I'm amazing, I know.

"Second young master---"

"For fuck's sake! Call me Aeres when we're alone." I grunted, dissatisfied.

"Y--your shirt's wet."

I looked down at my beach shirt. It was sticking to my body. Ice cream had dropped on it, probably during my excitement. It was melting off, leaving behind an almost translucent shirt.

That explained the weird gazes.

Damned perverts.

Aeres looked at his watch for the umpteenth time today. He was the busy one now. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved the free time.

"You look at that watch one more time, I'll break that. Chau, idiot," I threatened.

"I heard 'idiot.'" He grinned sheepishly at me.

Wait a minute.

Why didn't anyone tell me I looked this good?

"Congrats. Want an award?"

"Tris--?"

Was it me, or did he sound nervous?

"What?!"

He shot me a cautious gaze.

Man, I love- faking anger.

"Mother wants us home. It's urgent."

Argh. The witch!

~AERES

He had never been that happy in such a long time.

I mean, belly laughs and light in his eyes.

Genuine happiness looked good on him, and as much as I hated it, I had to cut it short.