Chapter Forty-one
Rosetta stood by the drinks table, enthused at seeing her colleagues getting to meet each other and celebrate at this fifteen-year anniversary of the Elysium Heart Crystals.
The past decade had been a hectic whirlwind, and the years had brought rewards she could only have dreamed of. Business trips to oversee both Crystal Consciousness franchise start-ups and CEGS volunteer projects had unlocked a door to the rest of the world, a door she’d thought was forever sealed. And along with the chance to meet many beautiful people from cultures that intrigued her, she’d been free to hear the accents, languages and traditional melodies floating about each new locale. She’d tasted the best of cuisine and fancied she could replicate it, once home, with her trusty copper pots, ofte
