Chapter 25 Dear Cousin

• He smiled at her.
• Okay, perhaps only a side of his lips had quirked, but Nine was deciding to be positive, and his hand... It held hers, not tightly, like a slight breeze, as if any slight pressure would hurt her.
• After the maids had dressed her and done her makeup, she was sure she was going to cry again when she saw her reflection. The woman... Didn't look like her. She looked healthy, wealthy too, like she belonged there. It was too much for her to take in but when she had walked in, and Lior had stared at her, his eyes only on her, she had suddenly forgot about crying.