Felix Greyson
I lean against the banister and tilt my head back, bellowing up the staircase with a playful urgency. "Hannah and Niko will be here in five minutes!" My voice reverberates through the hall, bouncing off the walls like an impatient echo waiting to be acknowledged.
"Thank you!" comes the melodious reply from above, her voice a silken thread drifting down to wrap around me. Aurora's gratitude is as smooth as it is swift—a stark contrast to the meticulous care she invests in her appearance.