Lisa's POV
I nodded slightly.
“I'll make sure to put that in mind.”
Mrs. Jocelyn half smiled, crossing her legs over as she took a sip from her espresso. Her eyes fixed outside on the bustling street, taking in the honking cars and everything this view had to offer. All the while stirring her espresso calmly.
I sighed, my shoulders slumped.
“Roughly a week is all that's left before the D-Day. I can feel my heart plunge into my stomach. The feeling is overwhelming.”
“Overwhelming?” Mrs. Jocelyn laugh-talked.
“That's natural, Lisa. Having the spotlight in the upcoming event is a big hit. A lot of responsibility. A lot of duties resting on your shoulder for the past week, threatening to break you. These are all temporary. What matters is the outcome of every idea. Every effort. Wha
