Estelle met up with me in the garden.
The place was quiet, only the faint rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds filling the air. Yet, despite the calm surroundings, she didn't carry her usual cheeky, mischievous smile. Instead, her expression seemed stiff, almost strained, like her face was struggling to hold itself together.
She looked… tired. Not just physically, but as if something had drained her spirit. I figured it must've been exhausting for her to deal with Elise. And honestly, I couldn't blame Elise for reacting the way she did either. After searching for so many years, only to finally come face-to-face with her again… it was no wonder she completely lost control.
"You good?" I asked, watching her carefully.
"You really are such a naughty upperclassman, aren't you?" Estelle said, forcing a smile. "I never imagined you'd drag me into meeting her like that."
