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Freya answered first. "I think I'm a Felix fan again," she said.

"What changed in the last two minutes?"

"Ah nothing.It's just hard to hate that face.You never said he was even more handsome in person."

"How do you—"

"I think I'm a fan too," Lottie said."Felixseems like the kind of guy who understands the power of a grand gesture."

I blinked. "And you knowthis how?"

She shrugged, but the grin on her face only grew.

"Clearly," Scarlett said with laugh, "we were all wrong about him."

"I'm withholding judgement until I hear what he has to say," Viola said.

Seeing my confused look, she rolled her eyes.

"Turn around, Ror."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

I was suddenly equal parts excited and afraid to look.

"Princess," a deep voice said.

He was here.

I could feel him standing behind me.

Still, when I finally turned, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Felix stood there with his hands in his pockets. I drank in the sight of him as if it had been years, not dayssince we'd last seen each other. As if I was dying of thirst, and he was a tall glass of life-giving, delicious water.Felix was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved. His dark hair was perfectly disheveled. Hislips were tipped up slightly in a smile as I stared.

"Say something," Freya hissed. "I don't think he'll wait forever."

"I'll wait as long as it takes," Felix said.

"Ooh, good line," Lottie said.

"A little too smooth," Viola said, "but for him, it works."

"Felix," I said. "Why are you here?How did you know where I was? Why aren't you with the band?Shouldn't you be getting ready for the show?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Your parents told mewhere you were," he said, and I felt my eyes go round.

"You spoke to my mom and dad?" I asked.

"Yeah.I went toyour house first.I don't think they like me much," he said.

From my lap, I heard Scarlett scoff then say, "That's because you hurt our girl."

His eyes softened. "I didn't mean to."

"But you did," Viola said. "Aunt Lillian and Uncle Clayton may never forgive you."

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