chapter 45 : Aliana Celta

«Aliana's perspective» (⊃｡•́3•̀｡)⊃ ...♡

From a distance, I could see Cyan happily chatting with a red-haired girl. Maybe she's a classmate, I told myself, trying to suppress the strange feeling that was oppressing my chest. Shortly after, a blond boy joined them. His haughty walk and the extravagant clothes he wore left no doubt: he was a noble. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I clearly saw when the red-haired girl gave him the middle finger, and he, visibly upset, left slamming the door.

Cyan stayed talking calmly with that girl, and the feeling in my chest grew stronger as the minutes passed, but strangely I couldn't stop looking at them. What was that? A knot in my stomach, a strange burning. Maybe I should ask a healer to check me when the party was over. I didn't understand why something so simple was affecting me this way.