Marcus was no stranger to receiving compliments and they didn't really faze him anymore.
Cornelia was a beauty with brains, the kind of kid parents would brag about. But since she lost her parents at a young age, some people labeled her as bad luck, giving her the cold shoulder wherever she went. So, compliments weren't really something she was used to. When she heard words of praise now, it would get her all worked up.
She looked up at Marcus with a smile, "Did you hear that, President Hartley? They're singing our praises. Not just you, they're complimenting me as well."
Marcus lightly touched her hair, "Even if they didn't, you're pretty amazing."
Cornelia beamed at this, clutching onto Marcus' arm, "How could I match up to someone as amazing as you if I weren't? Don't you think?"
Marcus pulled her into his arms, "You're the best version of you. You should live for yourself, not to match up to anyone."
Cornelia rolled her eyes at him, "You're such a buzzkill. I'm trying to be romantic, and you're giving me a lecture."
Marcus stayed silent.
Cornelia changed the subject, "Let's go watch a movie."
...
It was a war film. Every time she watched something like this, Cornelia would cry like a faucet. And today was no different.
Not too long after the movie started, Cornelia was already holding back tears. She didn't want Marcus to see her cry, so she tried to look up. But the next thing she knew, Marcus was handing her a tissue, "Here."
Cornelia took it, "How'd you know I was crying? Were you watching me instead of the movie?"
She was just saying it casually, but she hit the nail on the head.
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