58

Lost Spark

The sound of ceramic cups clinking as it is being placed down on its saucer. A gentle breeze passed them by, ruffling the leaves of the tree that provides them shades in their usual afternoon tea.

Elinor, Bonnie, Yves, and Tatiana were sitting down at a small round table with tea cups that are as fancy as the kettle and the dress they wore. Except for Elinor and Bonnie who had a very dull-looking dress.

"Is Suzanne coming? Does one of you girls tell her that we're having tea at this hour?" Tatiana asked them, her eyes darting toward Elinor.

Her eyebrows slightly raised. "I'm sure she's gone to do something important, I don't know what is it though," she said.

"Five days left before La Muerte, she better be spending time with Colin." Said Tatiana.

Yves dropped her teacup gently. Her eyes flickered to her mother. "Do you intend for my brother and Suzanne to marry on that day?" she sound so dumbfounded.

Bonnie threw Elinor a glance. She cleared her throat and picked up her tea