She looked perfect.
Every step calculated, every smile graceful. Elena glided across the garden like she belonged in a court painting, not the dusty estate we were both raised in.
"It's been so long, sister."
Her voice was gentle. Familiar. Yet something inside me twisted.
"Elena," I replied. "You've grown."
We stood apart, separated by tea tables and thirty curious eyes.
"May I sit?"
"Of course."
She took the seat beside me—elegantly, like someone used to attention. The girls around us watched in silence, waiting for the next line in this unexpected play.
"The Queen sends her blessings," Elena said. "She asked me to observe today's event and extend her goodwill to the academy."
So that was her role.
"And how did you end up with such a lovely assignment?"
"Her Majesty says I have a... diplomatic touch." She gave a self-conscious smile, but her eyes were steady.
A rehearsed answer. A well-practiced expression.
She was being trained.
"I see."
"You don't look surprised."
"I'm not."
We sipped tea. The silence was filled with tension only I could feel.
"You're different," she said finally. "Stronger. Colder."
"You sound disappointed."
"No," Elena said. "Just... sad. I wanted to see my sister again. The one who used to braid my hair and sneak me sweets."
"She's gone."
Elena didn't argue. She folded her hands in her lap and gave me a small, mournful smile.
"Then I'll try to understand this new one."
And with that, she rose and moved to greet the others—effortlessly stepping into the spotlight, leaving me alone in the shadows.