High school lovers

Lila sat at the table, poised, a calm smile on her face as if she had every right to be there. Her hair caught the morning sunlight through the large windows, cascading lightly over her shoulders. She sipped her tea delicately, eyes moving over the family.

Lady Bianca’s sharp gaze followed her every movement. She smiled slow, a calculating curve of lips. “You know, it’s funny,” she began, her voice deliberately loud and musical, “Lila and Ares were quite the pair ...