Rosalie
After an eventful morning of Benjamin and Amanda getting in trouble, which they deserved! Jack decided for us to have a late lunch out at the gazebo. It wasn't overly huge, but enough for a round table and several chairs to sit around for a nice women's book club. If Werewolves were if they were into that sort of thing.
The white linens were dancing in the breeze. Jack mentioned that the pink lemonade was already set out as our lunch was currently being made, which was a surprise for me. He took my arm in the crook of his and led me out in the slightly chilly air. For an odd reason, the air warmed up after our heavy snow only the week before, and most of it had melted. Amanda liked to call it the "fake winter," before the "maybe real winter," followed by the "yes, this is in fact
