Then, after talking for a while, everyone went and sat in the bus. Lily fell asleep with her head on Bobby's shoulder. Bobby was taking care of her.
Ava returned from the picnic, her mind still reeling from the eerie experience at the old mansion. The once-grand estate, shrouded in mystery and secrets, had left an indelible mark on her. Her friend Hazel noticed her distant expression and sat beside her, concern etched on her face.
"You've found something unusual there, haven't you?"
Hazel asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Ava hesitated, unsure how to share her encounter.
"It's just...I don't know, Hazel. It feels strange."
Hazel's persistence broke Ava's trance.
"What happened? You're scaring me!"
Ava sighed, deciding to keep her secret hidden for now.
"Nothing, really. Just my imagination playing tricks on me."
Hazel wasn't convinced but dropped the subject.
"You mentioned seeing statues there. What kind of statues were they?"
Ava's eyes widened, recalling the intricate carvings.
"They were beautiful, finely crafted. It seemed like they would come to life any moment."
Hazel's eyes sparkled.
"That sounds amazing! Maybe they're worth a fortune."
Ava shrugged.
"Maybe, but who'd dare go back there?"
Hazel nodded in agreement.
"You're right. It's possible smugglers or thieves are hiding there, keeping people away."
The conversation shifted to their studies as they headed to college. After classes, Ava returned home with Hazel, greeted by the sound of laughter and music. Another family function was underway, a common occurrence due to her family's event management business. Ava's large, boisterous family swirled around her, yet she felt isolated and unloved.
Her grandfather, a stern, imposing figure, barely acknowledged her existence. Ava's birthdays had coincided with unfortunate events, leading her family to consider her a curse. The weight of their disapproval hung heavy on her shoulders. Even simple tasks like folding clothes became a burden, a reminder of her perceived unworthiness.
Only her father and brother, Dravid, showed Ava genuine love and support. Dravid, fiercely protective of his sisters, had a special bond with her. Ava's family imposed strict rules, limiting her choices and freedom, unlike the other children. Her passion for drama remained a secret, hidden from prying eyes.
Later, Ava discovered a three-hour break in her schedule for the next day. Inspiration struck – she'd make chocolate-dipped shortbread cookies and Pistachio Rosewater Baklava for Hazel and her friends. Ava's aunt sneered upon seeing the sweets, but Ava calmly replied,
"They're for Hazel and friends, not you, Aunt."
The aunt's disdain stung, but Ava ignored it, focusing on the joy of creating something special for her friends. As Ava worked on the baklava, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. The repetitive motion of layering phyllo dough and pistachios was meditative, allowing her to clear her mind. She added a hint of rosewater, the fragrance transporting her to a happier place.