Leander clenched Viviana's dress and pulled her closer to him as he took a step back. His chin touched the crown of her head and his hot heavy breath fell on her hair. Viviana held her breath.
She couldn't see his face so she couldn't see his expression. She hoped that he doesn't listen to his mother and throw her back to Evander.
"Yes, mom. You are right. Evander is never wrong," Leander said. His hands on her back were shaking.
Viviana felt the pain in his tone. She sensed the exasperation in the words he spoke without seeing his face. It appeared that this was not the first time Leander was dismissed.
She unconsciously looked at him. She couldn't see much, but Leander was smiling. That smile hid the pain that was accumulated over the years with a carefully crafted degree of cheerfulness.
For a fleeting moment she thought that maybe, he is not that different from her.
