@ask-an-arso Amélie breathed in heavily. She was nervous. All this effort she put into something, without even knowing if the redhead would agree! She had even sewen her own dress for the occasion. Her hand trembled slightly over the flower she had for Camille. Of course, she couldn't act nervous around her, the arsonist would smell the fear from her skin. She approached the house of Camille. She ran a soft finger over the rose's thorn, before taking a deep breath and knocking thrice.











