Autumn stood before the ornate mirror in the foyer, checking her reflection one last time. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers lingering on the leather. She felt like herself again.
Chloe, ever the observant shadow, wandered into the foyer with a bowl of sliced fruit, munching slowly. She stopped, her eyes scanning Autumn from head to toe.
"You’re going out?" Chloe asked, her voice slightly muffled by a piece of melon.
"Yes," Autumn replied, reaching down to pull on her shoes. "Marco invited me out to lunch."
Chloe nearly choked on her fruit, face-palming herself with her free hand. "Oh! Marco! I totally forgot I gave him your number. He practically begged me for it for weeks—I thought he was going to start crying if I didn't hand it over." She began giggling, the sound echo
