Suddenly,sheisscaredbythesoundofstompingonthefloor.Graceisstandingbehindher,gigglinguncontrollably.
“Comeon,don’tdothat.So,willyourboyfriendcome?”
“He’sattheawardingceremonyofthemathcompetitionthatheattendedlastweek,andhesentmeapictureofhimselfholdingthefirstplace’strophy.“Gracesmileswithprideinhereyes.
“Louis’smathisasgoodasusual,congratulations!“RepliesNara.
“So?DoyouthinkLucaswillcometoday?Doyouthinkthepracticesworked?”
"I''mnotsureaboutthat,”Naraadmits.