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ARIANA's POV.

About five people walked in. Two men, and three women. One of the women was dressed in a white blazer dress, with dark hair packed in a bun at her nape.

The other was dressed in a white shirt, and black skirt, with a book in her hand. She looked younger, with a spill of brown hair cascading down her shoulders.

The other three men were dressed in shirts and long coats. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw us, or should I say; me?

None of them said a thing, but their eyes spoke millions. For a long while, they stared at me in silence, like they couldn't believe their eyes.

Then the woman in a white blazer dress stepped forward, her heels gentle on the floor, as she approached.

Her hands lay on the glass, sliding down as she bent, looking at me in the eye.

"Estel?" She asked cautiously, as if she were scared I would say no, and I nodded slowly.