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Finally her tears dried, partly in shock and partly flushed pleasure. He thought her beautiful! Melody blinked shyly, unsure what to say, almost grateful when he questioned her further.

No, She admitted with perhaps the slightest hint of mischief, and offered a half-smile. Are you going to tell me what you find beautiful about me? Her heart leapt a little at her own boldness, but Melody did not think to take it back. Of course she wanted the attention; this was what she had been missing, and in shades of blue no less.