The weight of her mother's words settled over Lily like a heavy cloak. She closed her eyes, imagining the intensity of such a connection with Caspian. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Lily's fingers traced the delicate patterns on her teacup, her mind whirling with possibilities. The warmth of the ceramic grounded her as she processed her mother's warnings. She took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent of chamomile that hung in the air between them.
"Is that on a one-off or... regular that it's a concern?" Lily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't quite meet her mother's gaze, afraid of what she might see there.
Her mother's eyebrow arched, a knowing look crossing her face. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken implications. Lily
