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Chapter 43: Berries And Memories
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2024-06-26 08:10:09“Speaking of traditions,” Zarina cut through the chatter, her gaze sweeping across the table before settling on Caroline, “can we still go berry picking today?”
Her sweet voice almost sounded forced in my ears.
Excitement swept through the room. Everyone seemed eager at the mention of berry picking, a tradition I was apparently unaware of.
“Berries?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Zarina turned her smile toward me, a hint of something smug in her eyes. “Didn’t Regan tell you?” she said with fake innocent surprise.
“There’s nothing special about that,” Regan replied, his eyes on Zarina as if to warn her or something.
“But you hold it so dear in the past since it was Zarina’s favorite place,” Reila added, smirking.
One of their cousins chimed in, “Do you remember Zarina’s face when she finally filled her basket? She was so proud!”
"She thought it was like her biggest achievement when she was the last one to do that"
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