The late afternoon sun bathed Alissa’s bedroom in a soft, golden light, turning the space into a cozy haven of scattered notebooks, open photo albums, and half-eaten bowls of strawberries. Claire sat cross-legged on the plush rug, her notebook balanced on her knee as she scribbled ideas. Alissa lay dramatically across her massive canopy bed, legs kicking in the air while she brainstormed aloud.
“Okay, but it has to feel us,” Alissa said, tapping her pen against her chin. “Allen deserves something special after all the elder nonsense. Nothing too over-the-top, but meaningful. Romantic, but still fun.”
Claire smiled, flipping through one of Alissa’s old photo albums. The pages were filled with memories — a much younger Alissa and Allen laughing during training, sneaking snacks from the kit
