She was dressed in a snow-white gown of silver silk, with flowing ribbons embellishing the open sleeves on both sides. It combined the opulence of the East with the delicate practicality of the West, an outfit she had personally commissioned from a renowned designer to be modified.
Sitting at the dining table, Audrey casually rested her arm on the tabletop while lifting her other hand to reveal her fair wrist, sharing recent news with Tilan across from her.
"Do you know, Tilan, tomorrow we'll be attending the same class, together."
"Oh, Audrey's a second-year student, isn't she?" Tilan recalled.
"Of course, but this time it's a course related to Songstresses. The instructor is also a senior Songstress, and what she teaches is for all of us to learn—there's no division by grade level."
"Which senior is it?" Tilan momentarily thought of Evelyn, hoping it might be her.
"It's Idrylia, the one known as 'Ultramarine Painting.'" Audrey replied.
