“I should go,” she muttered, through her eyes lingering on the heavy silver rings adorning Isolde’s fingers. “My mother will be looking for me. Someone has to hand her the tissues while she mourns a girl who probably isn’t even trying to find her way home.”
A light breeze slightly pushed Isolde's hair as she moved slowly. It moved the leaves overhead, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the surrounding trees. The shawl on Isolde's body shifted slightly as she studied Serena with calm, unhurried eyes.
“You don’t have to rush back just yet,” Isolde said, her voice was low and even, like she was offering a simple kindness instead of the normal judgemental comments Serena has been getting recently. “The situation in the house will still be the same. And from what I’ve see
