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Hilda... Are you defending Kazimir in front of me?"
The carriage door handle he had been holding onto to open for me broke with a crunch. My goodness, how could he look so majestic even while breaking something as innocent as a door handle? His usual delicate appearance when he faints is completely different from this commanding presence, making my heart race.
In the past, I would have called him ill- tempered, but now he's completely charming. This must be what they call being blinded by love. An invisible veil of infatuation fluttered over my eyes.
THEY'RE SO CUTE HELP