Clementine:
"What happened? Why are you looking at me like that? It feels like I said something truly shocking," I asked in confusion, pouting as I kept staring at his face.
He started to pull away from my chest.
"Already? What is it? You're scaring me now," I said as I followed him, trying to get up from the ground.
He held his hand out to support me. My dress was heavy, so any help was appreciated. Once I was on my feet, I watched him scratch the back of his neck.
"It's about one of your mates," he started, and I frowned.
"Is it Troy?" I asked, because Troy was the messiest one. He always managed to upset Ian somehow.
"No, not really. It's Yorick."
As soon as he said that, I placed my hands on my waist, wondering what kind of trouble Yorick could have caused. Yorick was not known for getting into trouble, so that felt strange.
Then Ian turned around and gave me a brief glance.
"It's about Yorick and Oriana."
