Adelia stared at the girl sitting in front of her.
She blinked several times.
She had heard Seraphina clearly. And as someone with considerably more experience in matters of the life, Adelia had already understood what was happening the moment Seraphina began talking about her "friend."
There was no friend. Seraphina was talking about herself.
And the man she had described. The cute, handsome, mischievous, kind, and constantly flirting could only be one person.
And that was Amon.
Adelia's eyes widened slightly.
'No way she's in love with Amon.'
She didn't know how to respond.
The evidence was practically written all over Seraphina's face. Her cheeks were burning red, her voice became nervous whenever she mentioned him, and she couldn't even bring herself to say his name directly.
Anyone with even a little experience could tell.
The problem wasn't that Seraphina had fallen in love.
The problem was that Amon already had a lover.
