The night faded into dawn, the first light of morning spilling across the sky in hues of soft pink and gold.
The view from Cleora's castle was breathtaking— rolling hills dusted with snow, sprawling colorful gardens meticulously maintained, and beyond that, the distant silhouette of the city waking up.
Inside, Coco and the others had finished breakfast, lingering near the grand entrance of the castle.
They were ready to head back to the heart of the city, but they were still waiting for Cleora, having told that she was getting ready to head down.
Cleora didn't join them for long for breakfast, but she started to eat with them.
Unfortunately, the butler of her mother came rushing inside the dining room and whispered something in her ear that made Cleora stand up from her seat before excusing herself from the table.
That happened earlier, with the sun barely cracking on the horizon.
