Music was playing in the hall. Glass sparkled, laughter echoed. The adults talked about things you never cared about — toasts, business, politics. So the three of you disappeared. Now you sit under the lilac tree, sequins from your mother’s dress in your hair.
Sebastian lies next to you, eyes on the stars. “If I had my own mansion,” he says, “one of the bedrooms would be under the open sky.”
Julian throws his jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm.
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