♔Eustacia (P.O.V)
As I opened the door, the sight in front of me was unexpected.
A small rectangular table is set on the far side of the room, on the other side of the bed. A white cloth is draped over top with four places for people prepared. Two small white large candles sit in the middle of the table, as Tristen begins to light them with a small lighter.
“How was the shower?” Tristen questions, not looking up.
“It was okay,” I say, confused. “What’s all this?”
He stops for a moment and looks at me, almost like he’s trying to figure out what to say.
“I know you just got here, but there are people I really want you to meet,” he says slowly.
I haven’t even been here a day, and he wants me to meet people?
“Who exactly?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper.
“Eustacia- Eustacia there’s
