Chapter 26. A Compendium of the Supernaturals

Astrid's cheeks which were once adorned with a tender flush, a rosy canvas painted in love's brushstrokes, hut in the blink of an eye, that masterpiece was set ablaze with the fiery hue of mortification, and embarrassment itself had taken up residence on her visage.

Amid the ensuing silence that followed, her gaze flit noted to her father, who, with an all-knowing smirk, stood before her, resplendent and regal, donned in his ensemble. 

Witnessing his smirk sent a rush of humiliation to wash over her, like a tidal wave crashing upon the shore of her composure, submerging her in a torrent of chagrin. 

Their most intimate moment had been mercilessly thrust into the unforgiving spotlight of reality, and she couldn't help but stammer a hasty explanation. Her murmurs tumble out in a disorganized jumble, a desperate attempt to regain her shattered composure.

In the depths of that ignominious moment, Astrid once again fervently longed for the very earth to