Breeder4: Mates of Shadow and Light
*Lena*
“I heard Cressida Mayfaire got an invitation," Abigail said with a twinkle of mirth in her emerald eyes as she bit down on the straw of her iced coffee.
“Cressida?" Viviene leaned over the table, arching her brow. “She's lying!"
Abigail shook her head, her red curls bouncing on her shoulders. “She told Heather that she received an invitation from Prince Charlie himself, can you believe that? Heather seemed convinced, but I have my doubts–"
“Who cares?" I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. I blinked into the sun beaming through the ceiling height windows of the campus coffee shop that covered our table with golden light, reflecting off the glossy pages of my textbook. We should have been studying for finals. That was the plan, at least.
