I stood in the manor garden with Celeste and Savannah, the scent of roses and lavender filling the air.
The golden sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy above us, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the lush garden path, soothing my frayed nerves.
"Is this the part where we hug each other and make braids in each other's hair?" Celeste asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Very funny," I replied, trying to ignore the tension in the air. Savannah said nothing, her gaze focused on something far away.
After a moment, she turned and strode toward the manor, leaving Celeste and me standing among the flowers.
Savannah opened the manor door and left. Celeste hesitated, then turned to me, her voice unusually serious. 'Are you going to tell Atlas you're a magician?'"
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