24. Remember that...

Calixto, with a headache, heard an agitated voice, a voice that seemed a little familiar.

"You are..." the voice stopped abruptly, after observing him carefully.

"Is it really him?" She asked herself, a little perplexed and surprised, she didn't expect to see him again, much less in those conditions.

Calixto, who was rubbing his forehead, heard her stop in his prayer and looked up, meeting bright eyes of a dark blue tone. Without realizing it, he stared at her for a moment. There was something.

That girl looked familiar to him, it didn't take long for him to remember when he first saw her, he didn't even have to think too much, her name appeared in his mind so quickly that he surprised him.

Emma was beginning to feel uncomfortable under Calixto's gaze but she still approached him boldly, for a second she didn't care if he was the duke or the villain of a fantasy novel.

She crouched down next to hers and stopped him from getting up, with her almost delicate and slender hand on her head, she caressed her face in front of her, saying with a worried expression:

—Excuse me, are you okay, sir?

The soft touch of the girl next to him caught him off guard, since who would get so close to him like that? He was overcome by a feeling of warmth, it seemed to be a new, new feeling for him.

However, upon hearing his words she felt something wrong.

"He does not remember me?" he thought with disappointment

Calixto was silent for a few seconds, thinking about the possibilities quickly, in the end he came to the conclusion that he thought was the most logical; It made sense that he had forgotten about him, after all the time they were together was very short, but even so he didn't know why there was some disappointment in him.

Why did he remember her but she didn't remember him? He had already found a reason, but he didn't like the result.

Without knowing it, Calixto had gotten lost in his thoughts again, forgetting everything for a few moments.

On the other hand, Emma continued caressing Calixto's face, lost in his own thoughts and insecurities.

«This mark is strange, it looks like a scar but I'm pretty sure it's not, how did it happen? The Duke is so mysterious, I wonder what he has been through with him all this time. Ehhh! This reminds me of that dream, but this is reality, if he kisses him I would probably get in trouble and also I don't think he will reciprocate the kiss like in the dream ehhh »Emma sighed internally with disappointment

Emma clearly knew that her actions could be considered brazen, she didn't care much but instead she tried to appear innocent and not cross the line with inappropriate things.

"Excuse me," she called again, "are you okay?"

"I'll be polite, so he won't remember the first time we met here," she thought with satisfaction.

"Of course," she answered, looking at the delicate hand that was still on her face, right where her curse mark was.

—That's good, I feel like we're made for each other... —she paused briefly and continued smiling—but still, I won't marry you so easily, remember that I'm too young to get married.

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End of chapter 24