VIOLET’S POV

I stared toward the source of the commotion, only to be shocked by the sight of the very people I wanted nothing more than to hide from. Someone had tripped all because he was attempting the challenge of staring and walking at the same time. I winced, already wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me.

All eyes, including mine, were on them, and as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t deny that they looked extremely dashing, all three of them. Butterflies took flight in my stomach and a blush crept onto my face.

Don’t look, don’t feel. I scolded myself.

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