"That performance was pretty amusing that day, it's a pity you didn't go. Even my roommate said it was spectacular."
The implication was too obvious, so much so that Elise Don blushed at her own words once she finished speaking.
Did she have to be this stubborn?
He didn't come that day, and she waited for a long time at the theater's entrance. God knows how aggrieved she was, yet she dared not show any trace of it.
All her emotions were invisible to him alone, wanting to cry but could not, wanting to laugh but couldn't.
Liking someone turns out to be so humbling.
Elise Don secretly watched Oliver Bloom from the corner of her eye.
He paused for a moment, lowered his head, and seemed to laugh softly, or maybe he didn't, Elise Don couldn't decipher that ambiguous smile and only heard him speak slowly.
"As long as you all think it's good."
It's "you all," not "you."
Perhaps he believed it.
Elise Don forced a smile to go along with it and said nothing more.
