The next morning, after spending their day reuniting, eating late, sharing gossips, Erisia laying everything out for Rita—the apartments, the money, and her plan to spoil herself for this week. She wanted to go shopping and her eyes sparkled in a way Rita hadn't seen before.
Truthfully, it had been only a short time in this world, but to Erisia, it felt like ages. She missed the warmth of her own space—four walls that were hers to decorate, to fill with her scent, her touches, her comforts. In her last life, she'd spent months in a hospital. Even before that, she'd never really had a place she could truly call home. No wonder she was practically glowing at the thought of their new apartment. This felt like a reprieve, and she intended to savor every second.
Rita blinked at her across the table, surprised at the almost girlish excitement—but it was contagious. Soon she found herself just as driven for the outing.
