Chapter 151. Proud

Chantel Raven

Sure, they did. I can deal with Mera's grin or Aldric's happy smile, but Izaac's sad eyes just make me feel bad.

Trying to calm myself, I take a bite of my food, but my hands are still shaking. Lexcis extends his fork to me in a professional manner, acting as if it's a romantic gesture rather than just helping me out.

"Open wide," he jokes.

"Stop," I scolded him immediately.

"Here comes the carriage!"

When he playfully puts the fork against my lips, I hesitate to open my mouth.

"Good job!"

"I hate you," I say, but my laughter betrays the seriousness of the remark.

He laughs and teases, "You really don't." He's right. I don't. I'm a mess, for sure.

After a while, I start feeling more confident about my skills, and my hands stop shaking. Thank God.

Then Aldric chimes in, "I like this."

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