*Noah*
The next day, we sat in the lounge area of Midnight Sun pack with my three aunts eyeing us excitedly. Evidently, we were going to try to figure out why we couldn’t maintain the bond.
However, this first test was… strange, to say the least.
“Why exactly is the number of flowers in my hair important?” I grumbled.
Zara leaned over and put another one in, trying to weave it properly as I blinked and scowled. I noticed Aunt Marguerite giggle softly.
“Because it is peak fashion!” she said.
Aunt Harriet waved her hand. “Trust me. This is one of the tests. Just keep it up, Zara. You’re doing great, dear.”
“Oh, darling!” Aunt Genevieve said, clapping her hands. “Oh, your color selection is so wonderful. I agree with Marguerite. She always has had such an eye for fashion.”
Zara’s eyes flashed skeptically at their methods.
Tell me about it, I thought.
They were highly intelligent women that I trusted with all my heart, but this… this was a bit silly.
