Third Person's POV
Cursing herself for her weakness, she swiftly turned her head away and wiped her eyes with a delicate but trembling hand.
She didn't want Isha to see her this way—to see how much of the way she addressed her just now weighed on her.
But no matter how much she tried to conceal it, her heart was far from steady.
Nyx swiftly sniveled once and regained her composure in an instant. Her face returned to its usual stoic and cold expression but the only response she received was a soft chuckle in her ear.
Her golden eyes narrowed as she sharply turned her head to the side.
To her mild annoyance, Isha was now sitting beside her on the swing as if she had always belonged there.
Her platinum dress had somehow dried completely and clung to her ample chest without any straps to hold it in place.
She looked ethereal like a fairy resting amidst nature's embrace as her silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders.
