(Aurora's POV)
"For the wedding," he said. "I wanted to get you something."
I opened it.
A bracelet. Delicate silver chain, small stones set at even intervals. The craftsmanship was careful and the piece was clearly not cheap.
I put it down and looked at him.
"Leo. Where did the money come from?"
"I earned it."
"How."
He explained it quickly, the way people do when they've rehearsed the explanation. He'd taught himself some basic programming over the past two years - just small things, he said, nothing serious. He'd started picking up freelance jobs online. Simple projects, well within his skill level. He'd been going to the internet café because the connection there was more reliable than the school's network after hours.
Not games. Work.
I sat with that for a moment.
He was se
