The drawing room was dimly lit by enchanted lanterns floating near the ceiling, casting a mellow gold light over the five girls reclining across cushions and velvet lounges.
The air was thick with the scent of mint tea and sweet citrus tarts, the remnants of their late-night indulgence resting on a lacquered tray between them.
Virellen sprawled across the carpet like a cat, chin propped on her fists.
"So,should we talk about it?"
She said, voice playful and sharp
Auralyne blinked.
"Talk about what?"
Cellione gave her a knowing look from her seat on the armrest.
"Don't play dumb. You know."
"The moment,"
Serineth murmured from her cushion, her voice like soft mist.
Aurevia sipped calmly from her tea. Her expression didn't change—but she didn't interrupt.
Auralyne narrowed her eyes.
"...If you're talking about earlier when he asked you to leave—"
Virellen cut in with a grin,
"Exactly that."
Cellione leaned forward.
