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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

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𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑉𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐸

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑

✨ | 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 | ✨

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

She had just stepped inside when Lana caught her eye and hurried.

"So, I need a favor," Lana said, her voice slightly rushed.

Ariella cocked an eyebrow as she rubbed her frigid hands together from the cold. "Okay?"

"Can you co-chair the blood drive with me?" Lana asked, her tone almost pleading.

With a sigh, Ariella nodded. "Sure."

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver," Lana said, visibly relaxing. "I had another girl, but she quit to spend the week with her boyfriend."

Ariella nodded. "Yeah, I don't have cheer practice this week, and it's either homework or my aunt telling me she's not planning a surprise party for me and my brother when she is."

"I know how you feel," Lana said, a sympathetic smile on her lips. "Nell always made my birthday bigger than I wanted."

Ariella appreciated Lana's understanding. She was still getting used to Nadia, and her aunt's proneness for grand gestures could be overwhelming.

As they moved deeper into the cafe, Ariella scanned the room for a place to sit. The Beanery was bustling with students and locals, the hum of conversation and clinking of coffee cups filling the air.

Whitney walked in behind them, and Lana immediately grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop.

"Hey, we need to talk," she said, her voice edged with frustration.

"I don't have time right now," Whitney said curtly.

"Look, if you don't want to help us with this blood drive, then just say so," Lana sighed, frustration evident in her voice.

"That's not it," Whitney replied, looking exasperated.

Ariella shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an intruder in their conversation. She rubbed the crescent moon pendant around her neck, a habit she had when she was nervous. She tried to blend into the background, but standing next to Lana made that difficult.

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