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—- Victoire took a deep breath, it seemed that Isla hadn’t changed much over the years. She thanked the barista when both their drinks were made and carried them over to their table and them down. She slipped out of her coat, draped it over her chair, and took a seat. “As I said, it’s well. I only just got back from Paris. Fashion week is still my favourite holiday.”
“Oh, fashion week. I also love fashion week. It’s so exciting to visualise my future wardrobe.” She lifted her drink to her mouth and took a small sip, letting the vanilla flavor sink into her, warming her from the inside out. “What brings you back, then? Just wanted to be close to family?”

















