Loria’s POVThis was always my favorite time of year.And the saddest.The golden hour light filtered through the tall arched windows of our bedroom, turning the pale stone walls to molten amber. The breeze coming in carried the faintest scent of blooming lilies from the garden below. Even with all the years that had passed, I never got tired of this place—of what it meant to so many.Our room was quiet for now, the chaos of the day momentarily held at bay behind thick oak doors. The halls beyond were alive with celebration and chatter, students slipping into their best uniforms or chosen outfits, laughter bouncing through corridors as final-year friends made promises of future visits and younger ones compared plans for the summer break.I stood by the mirror, adjusting the simple but elegant clasp at my throat. My gown was deep midnight blue, stitched with silver thread that glinted like starlight. Zerina purred softly inside me, both of us filled with quiet pride.The end-of-year fe
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