Three Days Until Mid-Term
Emily woke to sunlight streaming through her window and the sound of her phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand.
She reached for it, still half-asleep, and blinked at the screen.
Sebastian: Breakfast. Main dining room. Now. We need to establish normal interactions before Timothy gets suspicious.
Emily stared at the message for a moment, processing. Sebastian was right if they suddenly started avoiding each other or acting strangely, Timothy would notice. Better to be natural, to treat each other like family members who'd reached some kind of understanding.
Emily: Give me twenty minutes.
She showered quickly, dressed in comfortable clothes suitable for a day of studying, and made her way downstairs.
