The smile that lit up his face was one Poppy was sure she would never forget. In the years she’d known Mr. Kristoffer Lestrange personally, she’d seen him smile and laugh and grin and frown. But she’d never seen him beam quite like this before. The very sight of it made her own smile even wider. Butterflies were rampant, fluttering in her stomach and doing all kinds of things she couldn’t even recognize, but as he stood and stepped towards her she didn’t care. Small hands latched onto both sides of his lapels and her twinkly little laugh spilled between them at his comment. “It was perfect,” she reassured eagerly. As for that other bit— “Take it back? I couldn’t! Not ever,” Poppy hated even just the thought! “I love you too, Kristoffer Lestrange,” she hummed, rocking towards him and pressing up close. “I love you very dearly. I think I have ever since you spilt that drink on me, on New Year’s Eve.” Her hazel eyes glimmered with mischief. And with that Poppy tipped forward to kiss him, ardently.
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