(Two Weeks Later)
Country: Aurivelle
City: Cressford
Alvara
The morning sunlight slipped quietly through the thin curtains of the apartment, spreading across the living room floor like warm honey.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching my mother move around the stove while Leo sat at the dining table scrolling through his phone.
Two weeks.
Two weeks since I started working at the boutique.
The difference between the nervous girl who walked into that shop on the first day and the woman standing here now felt… noticeable.
Not dramatic.
But real.
Back then my hands had trembled while threading the needle.
Now they move with certainty.
I knew the rhythm of the boutique.
The pace of orders.
Which fabrics required delicate stitches.
Which clients demanded perfection.
Mos
