Chapter 879


    Lovers, sticky-sweet in their honeyed romance, often wish to spend every moment together.


    Alyssa and Julia shared a bed.


    Alyssa tossed and turned, sleep eluding her grasp.


    Julia, groggy, asked, "What''s wrong, can''t getfy?"


    Alyssa whispered, "Julia, I''m really envious of you."


    "Envious of what?"


    "Envious that someone loves you so much."


    Julia tucked the nket around Alyssa. "Silly girl, you''re still young. You''ll meet someone who adores


    you just as much when you''re older."


    Julia''s words weighed heavily on Alyssa''s heart. She knew she might one day meet someone who had


    feelings for her, but the fear lingered that she might not find someone who could evoke the same level


    of affection she felt for Michael..


    She never imagined falling for a rebel, a bad boy, especially when he was her best friend''s boyfriend.


    The next day dawned, bright and clear.


    Michael arrived early, bearing breakfast from the town''s diner: savory grits and crispy bacon.


    They sat in the yard, basking in the glorious sunshine.


    Julia''s mother had spread the wheat out to dry, creating miniature hillocks across the yard.


    While they ate, Michael urged, "Eat up, I''m taking you both for a day out in town."


    That day was perhaps the happiest Alyssa had ever been.


    She could watch Michael all day, even if it was often just his back. Bitter-sweet, yet her heart swelled


    with joy.


    She saw sights she''d never seen before that day. The vibrant fair, the boat races that held everyone''s


    gaze.


    She tasted cotton candy, candied apples, and roasted corn for the very first time.


    On the way back, Alyssa sang. Her voice was exceptional.


    The film academy had a music department, and the head of the department had tried several times to


    persuade her to study vocal music, to be a singer, but she had always refused.


    Walking through the fields, she sang in a foreignnguage, twirling, running like a bird set free.


    Michael quipped to Julia, "What birdnguage is this girl singing?"


    Alyssa overheard.


    Pouting, she retorted, "It''s an ancient folk song. How dare you call it birdnguage?"


    Michael chuckled, "Well, we can''t understand a word, so it sounds like chirping, doesn''t it?"


    He was teasing her out of fun, but Alyssa got mad. She spun around and dashed off. Truth be told, she


    wasn''t one to get upset over a joke. Yet, for some reason, she felt a sudden sadness.


    Michael paused, "That girl''s got quite the temper. She''s gonna have a hard time finding a husband."


    Julia nudged Michael, "She''s just a child. Why do you have to tease her? Go apologize."


    When Julia mentioned an apology, Michael knew he had to make amends.


    He plucked some wild daisies from beside the pathway and chased after Alyssa.


    Handing her the flower, he said, "There now, no hard feelings, girl. If you''re upset, Julia''s gonna give


    me the cold shoulder. Can you believe she cares about you more than me?"


    Alyssa''s gaze, however, settled on the wild daisies Michael offered.


    "Is this for me?" Her eyes lifted to meet Michael''s.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.