Cinderella My Ass
His voice almost sounded like a pout, not even trying to hide his disappointment.
Noticing this, Ryder looked up at his hidden under the hood face in a daze. She had noticed that Midnight still felt a bit uncomfortable whenever he came by, anxious if his hood hid his face well or not if the lights on the garden betrayed him or not. So after a couple of days, Ryder started to unscrew the light bulbs in the garden before Midnight came, leaving only two or three, enough to make out the surroundings, but also enough to let Midnight hide his identity in the shadows. After he left, she would screw the light bulbs again before going back inside.