My eyes narrowed slightly as my mind raced to co up with the right answer to his question. Was he trying to test with his seemingly random question?
If I told him that the dress was comfortable, would he think that I like to overdress or that I was lying to him given that there was no way the dress that I was wearing could look comfortable to anyone. However, if I told him that it was uncomfortable, would he think that I didn’t have any endurance and perseverance to bear with sothing so insignificant?
What would Diana say in such a situation?
“My suit is so tight. It feels hard to move in and so parts here are making itch. I don’t know why we have to overdress like this...” Anthony openly complained as he moved his arms up and down as if to show how difficult it was to move in his outfit.
I wasn’t sure what was more surprising, his words or the fact that he was complaining with such a blank expression on his face. When his eyes returned to my face, I realized that I couldn’t stop staring at him and I haven’t figured out a reply to his question yet.
“My...dress feels a little uncomfortable too...” I replied softly.
“That’s what I thought,” he replied before grinning at knowingly.
I had been taught that when we et soone for the first ti there is an invisible wall that we cannot see between us and in order to get to know that person better we need to tear that wall down. I never quite understood what that truly ant until that mont that Anthony grinned at with a slightly mischievous look in his sparkling blue eyes. He made it feel like the invisible wall between us started to crack and then it completely shattered before falling down to the floor at our feet.
“Shall we take a seat?” I asked in a small voice as I found myself smiling a little at him.
“My apologies. I should have invited you to take a seat earlier...” he quickly apologized.
“Oh, no. It’s my fault...” I replied without thinking.
I cursed myself silently inside my head for making it sound like it was his fault for not inviting to take a seat. Our first session together seed to be starting off with a rough start despite his effort to strike up a conversation with . As if to make up for his mistake, Anthony offered his hand. I opened my mouth to tell him that I could walk to the sofa by myself before shutting it. With a sweet smile, I made sure to place my hand carefully into his outstretched one.
After leading to the sofa, Anthony sat down next to instead of in the seat opposite mine. The fact that he was sitting close to made my heart race in my chest and I figured that I still felt extrely nervous.
“Are you feeling nervous?” he asked.
“I guess you can tell...” I replied as I started to feel shy.
“I’m nervous too. Can you tell?” he asked as he stared right into my eyes.
For the life of ...
“No, I can’t tell at all,” I replied honestly.
After a few seconds of just staring into each other’s eyes in silence, we both started laughing. As my laughter subsided a short while later, I realized that all my nervousness had also evaporated. From then on, talking to Anthony felt natural and our conversation started to flow. He told a little about himself and I told him a little about Diana.
“You have a younger sister, right? Dahlia...” he asked with keen interest.
My heart skipped a beat in my chest at the ntion of my na. I hadn’t counted on the conversation landing on . I smiled as I nodded before replying to him.
“Yes. Dahlia is my younger twin sister,” I replied as I tried not to appear flustered.
He doesn’t know that I’m actually Dahlia...
“What is she like? You two seem close,” he asked.
Even though I thought that he was just asking about to make conversation with Diana, I couldn’t help but stop to think seriously about how I should respond to him. I never thought that I would have to describe myself to Anthony before.
“You’re right. We are close. She’s a very dependable sister to and I love her a lot. She’s nice...and cheerful,” I replied with the few things that I rembered Diana saying about to other people.
Thankfully he didn’t ask any more details about . Our conversation led to other random topics that felt quite natural yet unreal at the sa ti. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that we got along but he was surely easier to talk to than I had imagined. Compared to my parents and any of my cousins, I would say that he is a lot less stuck up.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door that caught both of our attention. I glanced over at Anthony who gave a look that told that he also hadn’t been expecting anyone.
“Co in,” Antony called out.
The door opened and a woman dressed in a formal maid uniform ca in while carrying a tray. She approached us and began placing a tea set on the table along with so snacks and desserts. I watched the maid professional pour tea into two teacups for us while thinking that I would have preferred so juice rather than tea that didn’t co with sugar, but I kept that preference and thought to myself.
“I was asked to bring tea and refreshnts,” she inford us politely before bowing to take her leave.
“Thank you. Is this from mother?” Anthony asked her.
“Yes...” she replied softly while averting her eyes as if she felt shy in his presence.
After the maid left us alone again, I caught Anthony staring at the tea set with an unreadable expression on his face. For a brief mont, I wondered if sothing was wrong but no matter how much I looked at the tea set, nothing seed out of the ordinary.
--To be continued...
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