YOUR DAISY

Chapter 18

New update! The next weeks will be hell for me because of school, but I will try to update as soon as possible. Also, this story is coming to an end, like soon, so I think if everything goes as planned I think it will be finished by the end of April maybe? Then I will focus on my two other stories, melt my heart and golden rebel heart, and then I will occasionally write some one shots, since I've been receiving some requests lately. I'm a slow writer, so forgive me if your one shot request comes late lmao.

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The church bells chimed, waking up the monastery just as the first rays of daylight fell upon the building. Taylor opened her eyes lazily, her surroundings looking unfamiliar. The room was dark, the candle inside the lantern extinguished. Sunshine poured inside the chamber through the small opening in the wall that was the window, and hit the blonde directly in the face, forcing her to sit up against the wooden headboard. The bed creaked due to her sudden movements. After the short girl rubbed her eyes to send away the last bit of sleep in her body, she turned her head and glanced at the still sleeping brunette. Karlie was lying on her back, her face turned towards the blonde. She looked so peaceful; her thin lips slightly parted, her eyelashes fluttering from time to time as she breathed slowly through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Since she was the first to wake up, Taylor knew that she had to wake the other student up. They had to meet with the other nuns at the refectory, where they would all eat breakfast. Then, sister Cristina would show them the place, explaining everything perfectly and clearing all of their doubts, if they had any.

Taylor heard commotion outside the chamber. Reluctantly, she got up and fixed the covers of the bed. The flimsy ivory fabric of her undergarment was too thin to protect her from the cold breeze of the early morning, therefore she quickly slid her arms into the sleeves of her black kirtle and fixed the hood on her shoulders. Taylor sighed, knowing that it was time to wake the other girl up. Loathly, she turned around and shuffled closer to Karlie's bed. She stared at her calm features for a moment, finding solace in the comforting rise and fall of her chest. The blonde took another deep breath, kneeling and placing a hand on her shoulder. She shook her gently, whispering her name quietly.

Karlie lazily opened her eyes, their green color catching Taylor off guard. They were so bright, so lively and sparkling that they left the blonde speechless. The brunette stared at her for a second longer, before propping her weight on her elbows and rubbing her eyes. The blankets slid off her body, showing her modest chest, which was clad in an undergarment similar to Taylor's. The blonde's eyes involuntarily fell upon her perky breasts, and blushed when Karlie cleared her throat. The shorter girl stood up, telling the other student that she would wait for her outside the room. Karlie watched her go, the sound of the door closing filling the eerie silence.

As soon as Taylor was outside, she saw nuns slowly walk towards what she supposed was the dining hall. The night before she hadn't had the time to properly take in their surroundings, so it was a surprise to see a cloister right across her. It reminded her of the boarding school, except this was larger and more spacious. The arcades had more details to the capital, and the columns were thicker and made of stone. While some sisters that passed by Taylor greeted her with a warm smile, others eyed her skeptically, given the fact that she was the only one that was wearing different clothes.

Karlie emerged from their room a moment later, offering a smile that the blonde didn't reciprocate. It was awkward for a moment, before Taylor led the way and the brunette was obliged to follow her. Sister Catherine met them halfway, offering a light good morning and sending a warm smile their way. The refectory of this monastery was huge and majestic; the chamber was divided into four sections by impressive columns made of marble, and in each section there was a long, almost infinite, wooden table, where delicate white plates and iron cutlery laid. Sister Catherine told them that they could sit beside sister Cristina, so that they could talk and ask something about the place. The two girls followed her advice, and when one of the two spotted the nun, they walked towards her. There were two empty seats in front of the sister, who warmly accepted their company. The nuns surrounding them glanced at them briefly, before diverting their attention to something else.