Rylee’s POV:
Cassandra had called me early, asking me to attend lunch with her and Beatrice at 1pm. Thinking back to what Aspen had said, I had a few questions I needed answered anyways.
When I arrived at the restaurant, Fleur de Lune, I looked around almost unphased. It was a breathtaking beautiful French place, but I expected nothing less from Cassandra.
“Rylee, very glad you could join us this afternoon. Of course you remember my sister Beatrice?”
“Yes, hello Beatrice. It’s very nice to see you again.” I smiled sweetly as she shook my hand.
“Well, let us head inside then. This restaurant is wonderful, it means flower of the moon.” Cassandra stated, while leading the way inside.
We were sat in the back of the main room, a table the waiter referred to as “your usual”. It was spa
