Yes, the plot has reached kind of a...lull. But not for long! It'll pick up in a few chapters, trust me.
As usual, thank you for the lovely reviews, and today, I'd like to thank Demmmy for faving and story alerting. ^^
(P.S. I did get that laptop, but I haven't transferred all of my crap over yet. I named it Emma, and she's a dinky old machine.)
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Bouquet
Jasmine stormed into the library, sighing. Naminé looked up from her sketchbook, curious as to why she was so upset.
She held a bouquet of exotic, beautiful flowers in her hand, but she threw them down on the table, glaring at them as if they had tried to kill her.
"What's wrong?" Naminé asked softly, worrying for her mentor.
Jasmine shook her head. "It's nothing. Just another bothersome suitor."
"Why do you call them bothersome?"
"They act as if they can buy me. They always give me these expensive things, and expect me to love them for it," Jasmine said bitterly, clenching her teeth. "I hate it."
Honestly, Naminé couldn't sympathize, but she could understand why Jasmine was so upset. She wanted to fall in love, not be bought off by some jerk.
The bouquet was thrown away, only to be replaced by another the next day.