The workshop wound down with laughter, a few questionable blends, and several people loudly swearing that spirulina tasted like regret. Everyone carried their smoothies into the courtyard, lounging beneath umbrellas and near small fountains while sipping and trading recipes.
Katherine walked slowly with Carolina toward the benches near the rose bushes. Their smoothies were a calming shade of green—mint and mango, with a hint of ginger. The girls found a quiet bench surrounded by blooms, the air sweet with the scent of late spring. Petals dusted the stone path like a soft pink snowfall.
Katherine sat back, cradling her drink, and let her shoulders drop. Her muscles still remembered the massage from earlier. Her head felt clearer than it had in months. Carolina chatted about something funn
