Celeste's POV
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7:45 pm, female Dormitory building.
"Ah, it's been too long," mom spread out her right arm when we walked into my suite, letting out a relieved breath.
I squinted, closing the door slowly behind me. "Too long since what?"
She paused for a second before spinning to face me. "Why, it's been a long time since we got to talk outside a cellphone, Celeste. The Lupine mating ball—"
"Yes, yes... I messed up," I folded my arms in front of my chest, unable to meet her violet eyes. "I shouldn't have barged out on you and Dad the way I did. I'm sorry."
Nothing was said for a few seconds too long.
The bedroom was lit up by my blue bedside lamp—the same one she got me herself.
I still remember seeking her help to pick a colour between red and blue. She'd told me the former was too unconventional and asked how I hoped to study under it.
"Celeste," she finally sighed, hands lowering in front of her. "My little miracle."
