A meeting in the teahouse

[Pennyfield]

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Jill hurried through the corridors of the academy, her mind still slightly preoccupied with the last-minute questions from a pair of interns. She had left early, intending to be on time, but such is the life of a director. Five minutes wasn’t too bad, she supposed, though she hated the thought of keeping Isabella waiting.

As the entrance to the Kusarian Tea House came into view, Jill took a moment to adjust her posture and smooth her hair. The serene ambiance inside was an immediate contrast to the bustling academy. The scent of freshly brewed tea and the calming tones of traditional music welcomed her, and the space seemed to exude tranquility. Jill's gaze flicked upward, searching for Isa.

When the waitress guided her to the honeycomb seating above, she spotted Isabella. Her friend looked radiant in a beautifully worn Kusarian kimono, her hair styled in a traditional fashion that Jill couldn’t help but admire. The small cat perched on Isa’s shoulder was, as always, a picture of feline regality.

Jill’s heart swelled at the thought of being chosen as the Maid of Honor. The role was deeply meaningful, and the fact that both John and Isabella had agreed on her filled her with warmth. And then there was the idea of Anya as the ring bearer. Jill smiled softly to herself. Her daughter would undoubtedly love the idea. With a bit of guidance and a lot of encouragement, the little girl could rise to the occasion. But everything depended on where the ceremony would take place. Anya was still so small, and long-distance travel would be a consideration.

As Jill approached the table, the lingering worries faded. Today was about joy and celebration, and she was more than ready to share in her friend’s happiness. She gave a wave, her warm smile shining through.

"Isa, you look stunning," Jill said, her voice full of genuine affection as she gave Isa a warm embrace. "I’m so honored, truly. And as for Anya, I think she would be thrilled — with a little coaching, of course."

Sliding into her seat, Jill cast a glance at the steaming pot of tea and the inviting slice of cheesecake. It seemed Isa had prepared the perfect setting for their conversation. Today was a celebration of love and friendship, and Jill was more than ready to be a part of it.

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