AZALEA'S POV
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I've been keeping Lyra in the house most of the day to avoid her finding out about the party we are throwing, and to my surprise, she's been spending it with Auber while Corbin and I run around like mad chickens without a head. I sink into the couch for the first time since this morning, my muscles relaxing as I watch Auber build a literal ice tea set with her mind. Lyra is infatuated, staring wide-eyed while squealing every time. "Wouldn't it be better to make real food?" I ask while watching intently. Auber shrugs, and Lyra turns to me, "Mom, stop. Aunt Auber is making food." My eyebrows raise, "In the kitchen?" I don't know how I feel about Lyra eating magical food. "Mini muffins are in the oven." Auber says without taking her eyes off the beautiful icy set she's build
