Clara
I don't stop touching the necklace, my fingers brush the small stone over and over again, as if I needed to make sure it's there... that it is real.
Under the gaze, the glow is subtle, elegant. Exactly the way I like it, but that's not what has me like this. That's what it means.
I look up at Ethan, and I really watch him.
He's here with me. Looking at me that way... as if I were the only important thing at this moment. And something inside me... it moves.
Because he's being everything I ever wanted, attentive, present, careful.
That man I often imagined... Now he's in front of me. Real... And that... It scares me a little. But it also makes me feel... special. Too special.
I smile slightly, touching the necklace again.
"It's very cute..." I whisper, more for me than for him
