Cecily's pov

　　They both looked at me expectantly, waiting for it.

　　I rubbed my palm against my thigh nervously.

　　"What is it?" Margery asked, wide eyed.

　　Aria just kept looking at me, waiting for me to come to it on my own. It was one of the reasons why we clicked together because she got me. She wouldn't push me to talk rather she would wait till I do because she is just like me.

　　"It's a bit difficult to talk about because I have ...