Faye–POV
Lavender woke up looking fresh while I sat behind a steaming coffee mug, unable to catch a wink of sleep. Last night delivered one surprise blow after another.
"You got up early for the holiday," Lavender remarked, pouring hot coffee into her mug. I debated whether to tell her about the events of last night, but decided against it. I was too exhausted to articulate the chaotic thoughts racing through my mind, like watching a never-ending movie.
"Lavender? Which dress should we pick for today's wedding party?" I inquired. Her eyes sparkled with the excitement of shopping for clothes, a familiar look she gave me when my attire fell victim to a magical burst, requiring a wardrobe to refresh.
"No shopping," I reminded her sternly. "We brought clothes for the wedding, and I won't
