Amelie leaned against the doorframe of the guest suite, watching Mona pack the last of her belongings. "You're leaving so early," Amelie suggested softly, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "At least stay until the celebration party. It won't be the same without you."
Mona offered a small, apologetic smile as she zipped her suitcase. "I would love to, really, but Mom is worried. I ended up telling her about everything that happened here, and she won't rest until I'm back home. But I'll come soon, Amelie. Straight to San Ravendale," she asserted.
"Please do. And make sure to inform me the moment you make up your mind," Amelie told her. "I'll see you off to the airport myself."
"No, don't bother yourself for me," Mona insisted, waving her hand dismissively. "You have enough on your plate with the palace transition."
"How is it a bother? Noah could use a small outing too," Amelie pointed out.
