Fiore’s thoughts drifted back to the vivid dream that had haunted her sleep when a knock interrupted her reverie. She blinked, pushing the remnants of her dream away, and rose from her bed to answer the door.
"Fiore?" Demeter stood in the doorway, her usual warm smile in place. Her hair was styled perfectly, her eyes bright.
"Dinner is ready. I bet you're starving," Demeter said, her voice gentle.
"Indeed," Fiore replied, offering a faint smile. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but she knew there was no escaping dinner. Together, they walked down the grand hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing against the polished floors.
When they arrived in the dining room, Vivienne was already seated at the long table, her chin held high, eyes fixed on the dishes before her. She didn’t even
