Slap!
Iris clapped both hands against her cheeks. Hard.
The sound echoed across the balcony.
"Urgh!"
She groaned and dropped back into the chair. Her silver hair spilled over the backrest as she slumped down.
"They're gonna spread baseless rumors now."
Her voice came out muffled. Hands still pressed tight against her flushed face.
"Hahaha!"
Meanwhile Alaric laughed on the other hand. His shoulders shook with it.
Iris's hands dropped. She shot forward in her seat.
"Don't you dare laugh!"
She pointed at him. Her eyes blazed with embarrassment and indignation.
Alaric's laughter faded off. He straightened, wiping at the corner of his eye with one knuckle.
"Why are you so fussed about this?"
"You know what those gossip-loving maids are gonna do now?!" Iris snapped.
"They're gonna tease me till death. Some are even gonna hate me."
Alaric tilted his head. His brow furrowed slightly.
"Hate you?" A pause. "But why?"
