Agnes & Elijah
Agnes
As I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my knit dress across my thighs, Thea came bouncing into my room with more energy than I thought possible. She had picked out a sparkly dress of her own that was probably too extravagant for a simple dinner out, but neither Elijah nor I had the heart to tell her to change. And besides, she looked adorable.
“What do you think?” I asked, striking a pose as I turned to show her my outfit.
Thea giggled. “It’s pretty! But you have to wear the perfume,” she said, holding up the small bottle we’d made together earlier that day. “It’s gonna work, I just know it!”
I didn’t think it was going to do anything except smell nice, but I took the bottle from her anyway and dabbed a tiny amount on my wrists
