With Ada's warm gaze lingering over her, Hecate became hyper-aware of their current proximity, of the weight of her trembling hand in Ada's. Perhaps they were standing just a breath too close. Perhaps the soft grin on Ada's face was one of adoration rather than of pity. She dared not hope...
"I'm truly sorry," Hecate breathed, her head nearly bowed.
"I didn't come for apologies," she replied softly, her eyes twinkling up at her. "I had thought that you of all people would have long discovered how I feel about you."
Ada watched as Hecate's eyes widened though her head stayed lowered.
"And how do you... feel about me?" she dared to inquire, bracing herself for heartbreak.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ada chuckled, her cheeks flushing a rosy shade of pink.
At this, Hecate raised her head and quirked an eyebrow. Ada shrugged, understanding that Hecate would require a more direct approach. She shook her head gently, as if dismissing the doubt she could see shadowing Hecate's face.
"Of course I love you, my dear."
To be continued