78 Birthday ( IV )

"Mielle, where were you?" Aris asked as he grabbed his sister, putting space between her and Asterias who gave a willful smile.

"Did he do something weird?" Ruenti asked, his brows knitting together as Aris pulled out his handkerchief and started to rub her face. If he continued to do that, her makeup would rub right off.

Putting her hand up, she stopped her brother, "Aris, you'll remove all my makeup." Her words were simple, chiding as she gently touched her cheek. All of Sylvia's hard work would end up vanishing. He scowled at Asterias for taking away his sister.

"Are you alright?" He queried again as she nodded.

Did she not look fine? Her eyes flitted to see if she could find a reflection of herself? If anything, she still felt hot. The summer heat of the night still piercing against her cheeks painting them a slight pink. She could still feel his hot breath dancing along her neck as she froze, what was she thinking about?

Was she truly thinking about such outrageous things?