"No." I shook my head quickly, gripping my scarf tightly. "I just... felt like wearing it."
Luis Miguel's gaze remained on it for a second too long, but thankfully, he didn't push.
Instead, he grinned. "Well, whatever. Get some rest, princesa."
The others nodded in agreement.
I pressed my lips together. Then, quietly, I said, "Thanks."
Pedro grinned. "For what?"
"For…" I exhaled, glancing at them. "I don't know what changed you, but… I like this version."
There was a bit of silence as the boys glanced at each other, making sign language as though they were contemplating telling me something.
In the end, they didn't. I wondered what it was but I wasn't the type to poke nose and push people into saying what they'd rather not.
Gonzalo clutched his chest. "She likes us!"
Pedro pretended to wipe a tear. "So beautiful."
Rubén sniffled dramatically. "I knew this day would come."
Luis Miguel smirked. "Well, princesa, like I said—we're at your service."
