Chapter 18
“You look très misérable, Perrin.” Melanie’s light greeting did nothing to cheer Perrin. She sat alone in her design studio and wondered why she bothered. A place where she always found joy and inspiration now only felt empty. She kept wanting to glance over her shoulder and see Tamara’s intent frown as she concentrated on pinning a seam just right. To hear the girl’s laughter at the simple joy of learning something new.
And each of those thoughts was accompanied with the void where Jaspar stood. She didn’t know how he looked when upset, happy, sad, mischievous… Perrin had inklings, but they weren’t anchored in her heart the way Tamara’s were. It wasn’t that she loved Tamara better, a grown-up couldn’t afford to do that between children, but Perrin certainly knew her better.
