The trio sat together in the vibrant garden, the fragrance of blooming flowers blending with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Celestia moved gracefully, pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups, her every motion precise and refined.
Aqualina stared at Marisandra with a blank yet conflicted expression.
Her heart ached as she studied the woman before her—no, not just a woman. Her daughter. It was hard to reconcile the memory of her small child with the regal and composed figure sitting across from her.
'She's grown so much... It must have been so hard for her,' Aqualina thought, her chest tightening with guilt. Memories clawed at her, but she quickly shook her head to dispel them.
She had made her choice: the past would stay buried. Aether's words echoed in her mind, a lifeline against the tide of emotions. 'Some things are meant to stay hidden forever.'
