Athilda's pov
We were having breakfast, and everyone was chatting. I just sat there quietly, listening. I could not help but glance at Lucien, who was smiling while talking with Mom, Dad, and my sister. He looked so different from the Lucien I saw last night. His eyes then, there was pain in them, something heavy. What could be bothering him?
'But really, Athilda, why do you even care? Let him be. His problems are not yours. If he is hurting, that is not your concern. You should even be glad, it might help you forget your feelings for him. But looking at him now, he does not seem to have a problem. I could see it in his eyes, he looked happy. Maybe what I saw last night was just my imagination. Maybe those tears I thought I saw were not even real.
I drank a glass of water and glanced at the clock. "Mom, Dad, I need to go," I said, standing up. Lucien and my sister both looked at me.
