Sitting with Vera, she looked at the cakes and teas set in front of her. They were currently inside of Le'Havre de Lumielle, the cafe that she had been running for the past couple of years. It had been under Evangeline's name before being truly her own.
It was something Lumielle could be proud of. It wasn't a business made of blood or misery. She didn't run a secret ring of human slaves nor did she do anything to hurt others. Viria still rang in her mind as she tried to focus on what was in front of her.
Aristele refused to speak to her. His icy words and temper flared at times; she could almost see Cosette clinging to her brother the second, she caught wind of it all.
She didn't know what else to say. She knew why he was mad. She understood it, but at the same time—"Mielle," Vera said breaking her out of her trance. She looked concerned, her hand touching her arm as the purple-haired female exhaled. Lumielle needed to pull it together, she was starting to worry her friend.
