The morning sun spilled lazily through the windows, washing the room in warm light. Standing in front of the mirror, Ephyra held up two dresses, one in each hand, her brow furrowed like she was solving a world crisis and not just choosing which to wear between two summer outfits.
Standing in a bathing robe, her red hair, styled into long soft curls, framed her shoulders and cascaded down her back like she'd just stepped out of a summer commercial.
"I mean, it's just three days," she muttered. "But also… It's three days."
Behind her, Jania leaned against the dresser's edge, arms crossed and a grin playing on her lips. She was dressed casually, tablet in hand, and entertained.
"If you don't pick an outfit soon, we're going to miss the first tourist—I mean, historical landmark."
Ephyra gave her a sideways look. "We're not starting with Times Square, are we?"
