Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Eleven

Hey everyone!

First off before we get to the chapter I just want to give a HUGE shoutout to my new best friend on Wattpad, silverthornes!

This buddy of mine has been a HUGE help to me, giving me advice and tips on how to make my story sound more like a story and not drag so much like in the beginning! ^^

I also want to give a HUGE shoutout to my best friend from school who is reading this as well!

They have helped me so much by giving me their own opinions and help!

I know that you are all enjoying this story, and I thank you for that because I actually almost deleted this one and started over on it XD

Anyway, a huge thing that I got dinged on by readers, though, (not naming anyone), was the dream that Kalda had in Chapter Nine.

I went back and added in the warnings for future readers, and there will be another warning in this Chapter so that you can skip this one as well if you want :)

Sound good?

Great! ^^

Again, I really am sorry.

The last thing that I could EVER want to do is hurt my readers.

I love you and care about you, my peeps.

You are special not only to me, but to others as well, even if you don't know it or realize it yet.

God bless you all! ^^

Well...onto the story....?

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It was finally Halloween day, so Britain and Kalda were getting ready for the party that was being held later that night.

He was way too kind, meaning that he took Kalda to a salon where they professionally did their makeup, their hair, their nails, and many other things.

"You really don't have to do this," Kalda told him amongst getting her hair curled.

"I can and I have," Britain grinned.

Kalda looked over and noticed that he was getting his hair trimmed, and she tried to ignore the rapid thumping of her heart.

Don't be that awkward stalker again, Kalda, she told herself. It's not nice to stare, either.

Kalda tried to respond, but she came up short.

"Well...yeah?" Kalda stammered, but she started blushing as soon as she said the words.

The hairstylist cutting Britain's hair giggled.

"Aw, don't be so red in the face, sweetie," she said. "Mister Arthur Kirkland here just loves to tease the ladies whenever he wishes or visits places."

Kalda snorted, putting a hand over her mouth as she began laughing her head off.

"Your-your real name is...Arthur?" Kalda howled in laughter.

Britain blushed a shade so red, Kalda didn't think that there was even a name for it yet.

"Well, now that's not very nice," Britain stammered out, still red as, well, something red. "I never laughed at your name, so why are you laughing at mine?"