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The morning sunlight streamed through the large bay windows, casting a golden hue over the spacious dining hall. The scent of fresh coffee and buttery croissants filled the air as me and Vivian sat at the island, enjoying a slow, leisurely breakfast. S
I still a little drowsy from the night before, lazily swirling my spoon through a bowl of granola and yogurt, while Vivian, ever the energetic morning person, was halfway through her avocado toast.
“So,” Vivian said, her tone teasing, “I see you’re quite a wild cat huh? Already so close with him”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t quite hide the small smile that played on my lips. My cheeks turned slightly red too.
“Not like that,” I muttered, popping a blueberry into my mouth. “I just needed some air. The party got a
