Gianna couldn't stop her eyes from going back and back at Arwen and Aiden again and again. No matter how she had thought, she still couldn't make sense of the coincidence where the two were eting at a place such as the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Arwen was there to get her certificates with Ryan, but the presence of her uncle at the sa ti doesn't fit the picture. If soone says that it could be a coincidence, she would shake her head and say it was too much to be called a re coincidence.
"Gianna?" Arwen called when found her friend too silent for a long while. "What's wrong with you?"
"How did you two et?"
That question wasn't ant to be asked. It just left Gianna's lips before she even realized it. But since she has kept her voice subtle, that question didn't get everyone's attention.
Arwen's brows furrowed in confusion as she didn't expect her to ask that. She turned to look at Aiden to check if he had heard it, but given that he had no expression, it seed like Gianna's questioning whisper hadn't reached him which felt like a relief.
Taking a deep breath inside, Arwen turned to Gianna and tugged a little farther so that there would be no risk for Aiden to hear them. "Anna, what do you an by that question? Don't you already know?" she asked, her voice carrying clear confusion. "If this is to put in a situation, please girl, save it for another ti. I already got Ryan to explain, and I would rather not complicate that situation any more than it already is."
Gianna's brows furrowed and she shook her head, about to tell her that wasn't what she ant. But before she could, Aiden's deep, steady voice cut through the air, interrupting her.
"Moon."
Both won turned to look at him as he reached out and calmly exchanged his plate with Arwen's. "Eat this before it gets cold," he said, his tone soft but authoritative.
Arwen stared at him, montarily stunned. Not because the gesture was out of his character —Aiden had always been very thoughtful around her. But at this mont, for so reason, his interruption felt intentional.
Had he overheard them?
Her gaze narrowed slightly as she searched his face, but his expression betrayed nothing. He appeared as calm and composed as ever. Maybe she was overthinking it.
"Senior Sister, is this what you ant when you said I will find soone better?" Alia's voice broke through Arwen's thoughts, bright and hopeful.
Arwen blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you an?"
Alia smiled and explained, "Back when you gave pointe shoes, you said I would find soone better. You said your experience made you realize it. Was it Mr. Winslow that made you realize it?"
The room fell silent for a mont and Arwen paused at that. She did tell that and she did believe it as well. But she never knew Alia would repeat it right in front of Aiden. Her gaze wandered to look at the man, sitting beside her and just as she had thought, he was looking her way, intently, as if waiting for her to speak in response to Alia's words.
It wasn't a tough answer. But saying it like that in front of Aiden made her a bit shy. So, she began, intending to deflect. "I —"
But not giving her the chance, Aiden interjected her. "Was it ?"
His question was quiet, but it carried a weight that made it impossible ignore. His tone was not demanding, but there was sothing in it —a vulnerability, a yearning —that made Arwen's heart tighten.
eting his gaze, she found herself unable to look away. His eyes held hers with such gentle persuasion, as though he already knew the answer but needed to hear it from her.
Could she even refuse him when he looks at her like that? She could never. If she didn't know this before, she knew it now.
Hence, nodding, she accepted. "Yes," she said softly. "You made realize what I have been missing all my life. It was you who made realize it."
The room seed to exhale all at once, bursting into loud cheers. Aiden reached out and grabbed Arwen's hand bringing it to his lips. Kissing it gently, he said, "The honor was all mine."
While they shared their mont of tranquillity, Gianna, however, seed far from it. She stared between them, drawing her brows together. Her mind raced.
Arwen might have considered it as her overthinking but Gianna knew it wasn't. Her uncle interrupted her intentionally, to keep her away from speaking her doubts to Arwen. But why he would do that —that was sothing she couldn't bring herself to understand.
The more she stared at them, the more she found it unnatural. For a couple to grow to such a level of adoration, it takes ti —one that she didn't think Arwen had with him. Yet the way her Uncle was taking care of Arwen, his every movent, every gesture was looking like a habit that he had grown over the years.
And that was sothing that seed more and more confusing.
"Senior Sister," Carl suddenly spoke as if he rembered sothing out of the blue. "Didn't Mr. Foster say he would be coming here as well?"
"Don't tell , Carl, you are still missing Mr. Foster," Alia teased. To which, he quickly explained, "I am not. I just rembered that when Senior Sister invited him earlier, he accepted it."
"So?" Alia raised her brows. "Now that he hasn't co, you are bothered?"
"Of course not. I just asked because the dishes at the table are getting over. If he cos any later, there would be nothing left for him." He then gestured for her to look at the plates.
Alia was about to retort him, but just when she opened her mouth, the door of the room was pushed open, making her pause.
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