As soon as they got back in the mansion, Luce immediately plops down on the floor without care whether she’ll get dirty or not, breathing out a loud and tired sigh.
“That was… the longest night of my life,” She said, recalling how she was almost at the brink of madness while searching for Larissa through the entire festival. She was thinking about all the torture methods Alastor would do if he found out that she lost Larissa in a crowded place.
“I’m really sorry, Luce. It slipped my mind that you might be looking for me,” Larissa was feeling incredibly guilty as she stared down at Luce who resembles a withered vegetable, disheveled.
“Oh don’t be sorry, we did look for you but we still bought souvenirs from the stalls we walked past through,” Emeline said to lighten the mood, setting do
