Celeste
The warm afterglow of the confrontation with Sabrina left an odd mix of emotions bubbling inside me. The college quad, with its students lounging on the grass and chatting amiably, felt like a surreal backdrop against the internal tempest that raged.
“Celeste,” Fiona began, her voice hesitantly optimistic, “I really, really hope you’re not planning on listening to Sabrina.”
I swallowed, unsure of what to think. Sabrina’s proposal had sinister undertones, but it also made sense. And if she was telling me all of this purely so she could have some entertainment, it was a risk I was willing to take.
“I… I don’t know, Fi,” I murmured, shaking my head. “It… might not be the worst idea ever.”
Fiona glanced sharply at me, clearly taken aback. “You can’t be serious. Thi
