CALISTA'S P.O.V
Warm morning sunlight spilled onto the balcony, casting a golden shadow on the table that held our laptops and coffee.
“Come on, tell me. I'm eager to know.” I said with a smile, stretching lazily into the cushioned chair.
Lillian rolled her eyes good-naturedly; she picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip; over the few days, while we made preparations, the balcony had become our unofficial headquarters.
“Alright, fine.” she sighed, picking up her cup of expresso. “I'll tell you my boring family story.”
“I'm more than ready to be bored”
She gave a soft laugh and looked out at the gardens before speaking. I loved that she no longer wore her black and white staff uniform. Today, her thick curls were tucked together in a ponytail, she wore denim pants on a sweater.
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