The entire walk back to her dormitory, Ada felt as she was floating; but then again, this sensation was nothing new for an after feeling whenever she got a visit from someone. That someone being a particular member of the Nightray family. Vincent.
He was attentive, he maintained a respectable distance though remained close enough that it was still obvious to passerby's that he and the young Vessalius were. . .involved. Though Vincent absolutely refused to put any sort of title on whatever it was they were, in order to keep up his facade to gain his means, the general public also needed to believe that he and Ada were together. All part of the grand scheme.
But to the receiving end of the Nightray's affections, she believed it to be all too real. Her feelings for him were real, and how he physically made her feel was real. How her lips almost tingled following the kiss he gave her just before he left, how her heartbeat went slightly irregular the closer he got, and how her thoughts never seemed to settle down whenever he was around. To say she was infatuated with him was an understatement; she didn't realize it yet, but she was in love with him.
That is why she felt the way she did.
This visit today would total as the fifth one Vincent has made to Lutwidge to see his new 'lady', yet another visit that would go mostly omitted from her next letter to her Uncle. He knew of his niece's relationship, but to say he didn't completely approve was another understatement. But irregardless of her Uncle's disproval, Ada sat down on her bed to remove her shoes with a smile still happily settled on her face. Rewinding in her mind was what they talked about, taking a walk through the Lutwidge commons, her showing him another section of the campus he'd yet to see, and the chaste kiss that'd been snuck in while they were alone in one of the hallways. Just the entire afternoon, how excited she'd been to spend it with him, and how she was both sad he had to leave but anticipatory for when he would come out next. She'd taken to sending him somewhat regular letters, once every two weeks or so, perhaps more if she found something of particular urge to tell him about, and he was usually good with answering them. Letters of which that were being kept for safe keeping in her bedside drawers.
As Ada went through the motions as got changed from her school uniform into her nightgown, still he stayed on her mind. His voice, his eyes, his touch, everything. She couldn't help it, she was a girl in love.