Celeste’s POV.
I wake up and stretch. Last night Ser came to me. She told me to call her that instead of her full name. I told her my fears, and she listened. She actually listened. Then, when she told me her thoughts on it. Things clicked into place.
She understood about my struggles and understood why I am wary of people offering help without it being some kind of agenda. After we spoke, I made up my mind. I would stay. There is something about Dante that draws you in. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s there, and it’s growing.
I pull the quilt away and head to the bathroom to do my business and to get ready for the day. Once showered and my teeth are brushed, I put on my moisturiser and get dressed. And no, not in pyjamas.
Ser and Michaela are right. I can’t keep hiding because
