CHAPTER ELEVEN
The morning sun lit the sky with radiant shades of orange and red, while the green in the garden called out to the girls to enjoy nature in all of its beauty. They ate a quick breakfast of pastries and scones with clotted cream, then followed Zahara back to the gazebo. It was still cool outside in March, but the sun on their shoulders kept them from being too cold. They sat with coffee and tea and discussed the dreams that they'd all had the previous night. Mai won for the happiness factor, with Vanessa following in at a close second, only marred by the disturbing images of the men she'd followed. When Zahara added the story of her dream to Vanessa's, the girls went silent.
"It's a sign then," Mai said, thoughtfully tapping her chin.
Cat knew that she was right, but felt
