"What do you mean by that? The first thing Astrid did when she came back was visit you and this is how you act? Lyra, have you ever learned how to speak nicely?"
The large living room fell into an eerie silence.
Astrid, smiling awkwardly, gently pulled at Lucian's arm, quietly saying that she didn’t mind.
But Lucian's anger seemed like it could tear the roof off. "Apologize to Astrid! Or the contract will be void!"
I took a deep breath and turned around. "Astrid, do you want me to apologize?"
Astrid shook her head repeatedly, her face full of panic. "Lyra, please don’t do this. You’re my best friend. I don’t want you two to end up on bad terms…"
As she spoke, Astrid's tears began to fall.
Lucian, heartbroken, hugged Astrid tightly.
As I was leaving, I glanced back and met Astrid's gaze.
"Lyra, you’ve lost again."
I sneered inwardly a few times and left without looking back.
The next day, I heard the story of Lucian and Astrid's reconciliation from the mouths of several people.
It was the love story of a rich young heir and a pure, quiet flower reuniting after ten years stirred up a storm in the circle.