It was Wednesday. She'd spent the entire day before lying around, feeling dizzy and drained after the mess with Celeste. She'd had enough energy to sit on the couch and draw, but that was about it. Some of her homework was incomplete, though she expected it to be excused given the circumstances, and she was still in her new familiar forgiveness period.
Sighing, Brigitte pushed aside her light blanket and climbed down from her loft, startled to find three fresh bouquets on her desk. Next to...