By morning, Olivia excused herself, saying she had been called and needed to attend to something. But staying away from her for long had never been something I liked. So, like a fool, I followed her... wanting to remain close, wanting the distraction.
But when I got to where she was attending to her guest, the last face I expected to see was the one standing in front of me.
Aria,
Older now, matured, but that fire-her fire-still burned in her eyes. Beside her sat a boy who looked like her exact male replica from her youth. His brown hair shone, and his pale skin was a mirror of the girl she once was. My breath caught before I forced myself to act normal.
When they saw me, they both stood and greeted me. I forced myself to respond, careful not to stumble over my words, careful not to sou
