𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.
In the bustling streets of London, Elsie, a junior reporter, finds herself at the epicenter of the city's most influen...
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Hello love and welcome back to the next chapter!
I don't have a lot to say bc I don't really like the chapter since I have a bit of a writer's block but damn we almost reached the end! Three more chapters! This one probably is a little nerve-wracking! Have fun reading (I hope you will have fun)🤍
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July 11, 2023
The early morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of Billie's house, casting soft, golden light across the sleek hardwood floors. Lily stretched as she descended the stairs, feeling well-rested after a good night's sleep. But even though her body was relaxed, her mind kept returning to the nagging feeling from the night before—the situation with Odessa. She came to mind that she wasn't ready to tell Elsie just yet. Not until she had more clarity. Still, the weight of it hung over her, making her wonder how long she could keep quiet.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the quiet of the house enveloped her. She padded barefoot into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. To her surprise, Quenlin was already there, sitting at the kitchen island with a mug in her hands. She looked up when Lily entered, offering a small smile.
"Morning," Quenlin said, her voice soft but alert.
"Morning," Lily replied, walking over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. She glanced around. "Seems like we're the first ones up."
Quenlin chuckled lightly. "Yeah, it's weird. I'm usually the last one to wake up, but I guess last night wore everyone out."
Lily sat down next to her, taking a sip of coffee and savoring the warmth. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, but Lily's mind was still swirling with thoughts of Odessa. She considered bringing it up with Quenlin, but something held her back. Quenlin was Odessa's best friend. She wasn't sure if Quenlin would be honest with her or if she'd simply defend Odessa. That hesitation gnawed at her.
"What's on your mind?" Quenlin asked, noticing Lily's contemplative expression. "You seem... distracted."
Lily shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I'm just... thinking about last night. It was fun, but you know how these things go. Sometimes there's more going on beneath the surface."
