( CAMILLA )
A leather jacket hung neatly on a chair, the rain pounding on the window, a warm blanket wrapped around my body. Strangely, Mirabel is not home yet, the clock on the wall reads exactly midnight. If it were a normal working day, she would be working overtime, but that's not valid, it's a public holiday. The body's position has changed, the eyes have blinked, the tired body has sunk into dreams.
The sun's rays played insistently on my cheek, so my body changed direction to avoid them. A faint knock on the door as it opened softly, a familiar soft feminine voice drifted through the silent bedroom.
"Camilla, time to get out of bed. You've got fifteen minutes before training starts." A smile shone on Mirabel's face.
"Shit." I sat up in bed, looking around.
Mirabel had already
