The next day soon arrived. As they were packing up, Lillian couldn't help but feel a lingering gaze on her. After storing the tent in her ring, she turned around.
Marionette, who was removing whatever traces of their presence here, was staring at her rather... Keenly...
Lillian, who was crouched beside where the tent had previously been, asked, "Is there... Something wrong?" With a tilt of her head.
Marionette's eyes were focused on the small red mark she made on Lillian's neck. Eventually, she glanced away from it and into the girl's eyes.
She smiled before saying:
"You're looking much more beautiful today. That's all."
She hadn't told her about the hickey yet. And she had no intentions of doing so any time soon.
Lillian raised an eyebrow, then smiled smugly, appreciating the sudden compliment, "Well, thanks! You're looking as stunning, as always."
"Is that so? I'm grateful for the compliment." She said with a stoic voice.
