Lydia's POV

　　It is around seven in the evening now. I've been watching Grace and Levi chat their life away. I'm feeling as though I'm a private investigator, hired to keep a hawk-eye on these two. As the party progresses, I couldn't help but feel more and more uncomfortable watching Levi and Grace sit together on the couch. The same couch where I've told Grace about everything, every detail of Levi and my encounter.

　　What's even going on with ...