The gentle girl, named Clara, felt warmth spread across her cheeks as she held her hands in place, her heart racing. She had always admired Cupid from afar, captivated by his playful spirit and the magic he weaved in the world of love.
"Cupid," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "why do you stand so exposed?"
He chuckled, a light, melodic sound that danced through the air. "I stand here not for shame, but to remind you of the