Thursday and Friday passed in an unremarkable blur. Conditioning drills, Combat Training, Medicum prep with Ivy. Bri moved through the motions, adjusting, absorbing, organizing. She even managed to check in on all of her committees an extra time, and fulfill her commitments and delivery times early while helping the lighting group decide on lantern placements for next Saturday’s event.
But the real change came on Saturday afternoon. After their lunch, Grandma Riona gathered the family in their apartment. “Time for new paperwork,” she said briskly.
New paperwork? Bri had barely opened her mouth to ask before Beta Antonio walked in with a stack of folders and a smirk on his face. “Congratulations,” he said, holding out a sealed envelope to each of them. “You’re officially the Ricci's now.”
