Nevara
By the time Thoren found us again, the library looked less like a room and more like a command center.
Fabric swatches covered one end of the table. Three laptops sat open to different spreadsheets. My mother’s neat handwriting filled pages of notes while Elena had somehow color-coded an entire wedding timeline in less than an hour. Empty teacups occupied every available corner, and somebody, though I couldn’t remember who, had decided cookies counted as a food group.
Personally, I wasn’t arguing.
Planning a royal wedding apparently required sugar.
Oh how I missed Michelle. She wouldn’t even be breaking a sweat right now.
Thoren stopped just inside the doorway and slowly took in the organized chaos.
“…Should I come back later?”
I looked up immediately.
“There you are.”
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