Andria's POV
"You are lost again, darling. He already shared with us in groups A to D. You are in group B, the princess is in group A, and I'm in group D. So get up and move to your group lane," Becca called again, snapping her fingers at me.
The princess chuckled, seeing my confused and flustered expression. "What is wrong with you today, Aria? We are in the middle of a class session, and you keep zoning out, making Becca call you out frequently. And with that bright pink on your face, are you sure that you aren't in your heat period?" Liara teased.
"Yeah, I believe I'm on my heat, now can we focus on something else that is not me, my scent or my heat," I muttered to myself.
"Yeah, that could be the reason, right?" I asked rhetorically; I wasn't expecting any of them to answer me.
