The weekend rolled along quickly, most surprisingly, and for once I was in a good mood. Lucas had been kind enough to leave me early on a Friday night so that I could not only catch up with my work but also complete my tasks, the most important of them being the dress.
But after the short training, Lucas still wanted to take a thirty-minute out with me which didn't involve training with him under his strict regulations nor the meeting with him while we were at the Wildon. The latter rarely happened unless he wanted to show me around a nice exhibition that would be put up on that day at any of the sections, especially the sports complex.
Mostly he would pull me to watch him practice in the early morning, something that would drain me mid-day if he wouldn't let me make something before he pulled me out of my apartment while Mel slept. That had strengthened my and Lucas' friendship, but somewhere I felt like Mel and I were starting to drift apart.
