The three of them sat around the large table in the middle of the garden, the soft morning light falling gently over everything.
Plates were neatly arranged, and the smell of fresh bread and fruit filled the air.
A light breeze passed by now and then, making the flowers around them sway quietly.
Charlotte sat comfortably in her chair, holding a piece of bread in one hand while slowly spreading butter over it with the other.
Her movements were relaxed, almost lazy, as if she had no worries left in the world.
After finishing, she took a small bite before turning her head slightly toward Salena.
"Are you practicing your alchemy?" she asked casually, still chewing.
Beside her, Elena sat with perfect posture, calmly peeling an apple with a small knife.
The peel came off in one long strip, smooth and even.
When Charlotte spoke, Elena's eyes shifted slightly toward Salena, though her hands never stopped moving.
Salena, who was sitting across from them, nodded lightly.
