In the end, Jonathan and Azura parted ways like two magnets that desperately wanted to stick together but were being pried apart by the universe's cruel, gossip-blocking fingers.
Both siblings walked away with the same expression: the face of someone who had approximately 47 more questions than they'd started with and zero answers.
Azura shuffled down the hallway, her brain now hosting an internal forum with 1,047 unanswered threads, all marked "URGENT: PLEASE RESPOND."
New topics had been added to the queue:
- Why the lounge? Who summoned her? Was it a trap? Was it Selena? Was it Adrian? Was it a surprise party where everyone jumps out and yells "SURPRISE, YOU'RE STILL A MESS"?
- Why did half the maids and guards look at her this morning like she was a wounded puppy that had just been hit by a car, then revived, then hit again for good measure?
- And most importantly...
Where the hell is the lounge?!
