Have you decided what you're going to do with the money from the bet?

Gustaf

I walked to the inn a little later than usual, as it was my birthday, Gwen and Zachary had given me the morning off, ensuring that they would be able to take care of the hotel's breakfast.

Lively music reached my ears, and through the door I could see Izzy at the stove. She was wearing tight sweatpants and a thin fabric blouse, although it had long sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a bun, leaving the tattoo on the back of her neck visible.

She was especially lively today, which made me smile. Izzy seemed to be talking to someone outside my field of vision. I crossed my arms, taking a moment to admire the woman who hadn't left my mind for the last few days.

Gwen approached her, seeming to tease her friend. For a moment I felt bad for spying on them at their moment, but then the sound of laughter that followed the end of the song showed that they weren't alone.

"Now, you're going to witness the story of these two first hand," Izzy said to someone.

I finally opened the door to f