Jamila
I'm wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, standing in the visitor's room with the Lavistas while waiting for my family to arrive. I'm a little nervous, playing with my fingers. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn. To my surprise, it's Lilibet. " Are you alright?" she asks. There is no hostility in her eyes or tone.
" Yes,"
She hands me a glass of champagne, which I gulp. " Hey, easy," she chuckles.
" Sorry," I mutter.
" Don't apologize," she says. " Jamila, I've wanted to apologize for the way I was acting towards you. It was unfair, and I'm sorry,"
I'm stunned —I didn't expect that.
" It's alright. I understand your behavior toward me." I truly do. They feel that befriending me is betraying their late Luna's memory. I gathered that she had a special relationship
