viii.
AFTER THAT,
Something had changed. Her eyes, usually sparkling and luminous, were like an impending storm, or a broken dam. They were almost always on the brink of flooding.
I wasn't sure if it was entirely because of the awkwardly ruined perfect moment or not, but I told her to forget about the Queens incident, that it was okay and that we were okay.
Her sunshiney composture had begun to come back.
viii.
