"I..." Stella York opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
She didn't know what had gotten into her, it was just that she had brought him a drink and accidentally caught a glimpse of the Registration Form on the table, and it was as though she'd been bewitched—she simply couldn't tear her eyes away from it.
A voice inside her kept telling her, she didn't want him to go on arranged dates...
And she didn't want him to go either...
As if possessed, the moment she turned around, she took the Registration Form.
But by the time she had returned to her room and saw the Registration Form in her hand, she realized what she had just done...
She knew stealing was wrong, and besides, even if she took away the Registration Form, it wouldn't change anything.
