"Violet, I have a secret to tell you. Leon confessed to me today," Lydia said with a blush, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue.
Her features were delicate, her eyebrows curved, her large eyes framed by a tiny, captivating mole near the corner. When she smiled, two dimples appeared, filled with sweetness.
Dressed in a long white dress and her hair braided, she was really beautiful. No one could resist such a refined doll. No one could resist 17-year-old Lydia—optimistic, kind, and perfect.
I paused for a moment. "Do you love him? Have you two become a couple?" My tone was unnatural.
"I... I think I do love him, but I haven't accepted him yet." Her voice rose slightly, carrying the pride of a girl who knew she was adored.
"Lydia, we're all good friends. If you two break up later, can you still be friends?" I bit my lip, feeling ashamed of my words. I had to admit I didn't want them to be together. Jealousy is a cardinal sin.
"You have a point. I'll think about it some more. Anyway, I'm off to buy your favorite hibiscus flowers."
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