ISOLDE

Knock. Knock.

I glanced up from where I sat and answered softly, “Come in.”

Marie stepped inside with Eve, both of them carrying trays stacked with fruit: bananas, sliced watermelon, pineapple, dates… and a few I didn’t even recognize. The colors were bright, the scent sweet and heavy in the air.

I blinked at the sight. “What happened? I wasn’t hosting a festival. This was only for Elsa.” I shifted, brushing my brown hair back from my face with one hand.

Marie ...