Aria
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the simple dress I'd slipped into. Nothing too fancy it was just dinner, after all. Still, a part of me wanted to look nice.
"Elena," I called, glancing at her where she sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes glued to her phone. "Does this look okay?"
Silence. Not even a nod of acknowledgment.
"Elena," I called again, sharper this time.
"Huh?" She looked up at me like I'd just yanked her out of another world.
I frowned, planting my hands on my hips. "What are you doing?"
She pushed herself off the bed and strolled toward me, phone still in hand. "Going through some schools abroad,"
"Oh really? Have you decided on it yet? What course do you want to study? And which country?"
She scrolled a little before locking her screen. "I'm looking
