The moment we stepped inside the venue, the buzzing of cameras and murmuring voices finally faded behind the doors. The bright chandelier lighting reflected against the marble floor, and I released a slow breath, preparing my smile for the crowd inside.
But before I could adjust Karl's posture again, his hand gently closed around my wrist.
"Rose… you're doing too much. You need to relax. This is unlike your usual self."
He whispered, leaning close so only I could hear.
Unlike my usual self? What did this man know of my usual self? Just because he thought he knew me did not mean he actually did.
But still, he was someone whom I needed, so I needed to make him feel sorry for me once more.
I turned to him slowly, smile still plastered on my face so anyone watching would only see sweetness — even though my jaw was clenched so tight it hurt.
"Unlike myself? What do you mean by that? H-Have I changed that much-?"
I repeated softly.
