"Oh, look who's having a little tête-à-tête," Fae Aurora teased as she breezed into the room, catching us off guard.
Startled, I let go of Timothee's hand, causing a cup of tea to spill and shatter.
"Oh my gosh, sweetie... ugh, I'm so sorry. I just came by to show you some of my work today." She held out a cardigan she had knitted, adorned with a blooming floral pattern.
"It's beautiful, Mom. You're so talented at knitting," I said, taking the cardigan and admiring it. "It looks expensive."
"It seems like design talent runs in the family," Timothee chimed in with a playful smirk.
The shards of the broken teacup glinted in the fading light as I knelt to clean them up, careful not to cut myself. The spilled tea left a dark stain on the balcony floor, spreading slowly like an ink blot
