Electra's POV
As I stood there, Seraphina's words played in my mind like a broken record. My heart raced, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't have a retort or sarcastic comeback to ease the awkwardness I felt.
I was frozen, caught off guard by the sheer honesty of her confession and how much it had shaken me.
She had told me she liked me—not just for my looks, which was mostly what people liked me for—but for being me, just Electra Vale.
I didn't think anyone, except my closest friends, had ever looked past the surface and dared to believe there was anything beneath it worth liking. Yet here she was, Seraphina Hook, standing in front of me, pouring her heart out like it was the most natural thing in the world.
When I didn't respond immediately, she let out an exasperated sigh. "So?" she asked, folding her arms. "Now that I've bared my soul to you, can I go? Or do you actually have something to say?"