Fake Princess
CHAPTER 29
The next few days passed in a blurry flash. Aunt Vania kept scolding me for daydreaming, and I almost got hit by a train filled with chicken coop that was crossing the main street of the city.
But I'm not daydreaming about Jose, not daydreaming like girls do about the young man he likes. No, I'm worried about Jose, and I'm worried about me. What does all this mean, having a relationship like this with him? Do I want it? Are people going to talk about it? What if it would ruin our friendship?
Why, why do I remember Devan when Jose kissed me?
These tiny thoughts kept spinning inside my head, making me so careless that my feet were covered in bruises. When I broke three dishes in two days, my aunt yelled at me and forbade me to help prepare dinner until I could do it without harm. All that did not help improve my mood, which was getting darker and full of anxiety.
On the third day after our kiss, I was in the backyard, half-dead trying to save a vat of purple dyes. Aunt Vania went into the forest looking for the bark of the tree and entrusted the process of dipping to me.
“ Now you help me quite often,” my aunt said as she walked away, with a basket on her hip.
“ It's time you learned to do it yourself.”
Everything was going smoothly until, for reasons I couldn't explain, the water went from pale purple to opaque dark brown. I panicked, desperately trying to remember how to deal with this problem, and wondered if I could run fast enough to find Aunt Vania before her dipping could not be saved. Finally, I decided to remove the plant from the water early and, in a confused state, instead of taking the filter, I directly dipped my hand into the dipping liquid. I was picking up a piece of floating foliage and dropping it on the ground when I heard someone knocking on the door of the house loudly and exclaiming
“ Hello? Is anyone home?
I fell silent with my arms set in the barrel to the extent of the elbow. I know that voice very well.
I quickly stood up, splashed the tanned water into the air and onto my body, and just at that moment I saw Devan emerge from the side of the cottage.
Devan wears a thin blue tunic and dark riding pants. Her blonde hair was swept back and tangled with the wind. Devan was hesitant when he looked around the cottage, but when he saw me his face sparkled so bright that I thought it could burn. Then he rushed forward, his long legs carrying Devan across the distance that lay between us in just a few steps.
She held me in an embrace as wide as her grin and twisted my body, regardless of the dipping fluid on my arm or the water dripping on the front of my dress. Devan laughed beside my ears, and I felt a smoldering smile on my face.
It felt like breathing again after almost drowning, like being given water after crawling across a desert. All the worries that were agonizing about me just disappeared, so I felt my legs limp and really live again for the first time since I got on the train beside the stables and left the palace. Devan was my best friend, and he came to look for me.
Finally, Devan lowered me and touched my shoulder, pushing him to see me.
“ By a God Without a Name, I miss you,
Diana,”.
And my heart, which had originally shot up into the air, which had originally been light and danced like a leaf in the wind, suddenly slid into the stomach.
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