Ariana was in her office, freshly out of the bathroom and dressed in her usual formal outfit—a white shirt and dark crimson pants.
Right now, she was doing something quite strange.
She placed a pencil between her lips, clipped onto something invisible, and pretended to inhale and exhale smoke that wasn't there.
Leaning back in her seat, she stared up at the ceiling.
It was her way of trying to quit a bad habit.
Adrian didn't like the smell of smoke, and that was why she was trying to stop.
He never told her to quit, only scolded her when she went overboard. Still, she didn't want him to hesitate when reaching out to her… or when kissing her.
He probably won't come before lunch. She had already seen him in the morning. He had returned last night but looked tired, so she told him to rest today.
He mentioned he couldn't find a carriage and had to travel a long way to reach the academy.
