Book3 Chapter2.

The next day, I woke up late. By the time I had packed my things and slung my sketchbook over my shoulder, it was already past lunchtime. Grace waved me over.

"Sienna, we saved some food for you."

Everyone was chatting at the wooden table in the courtyard. As soon as Jessica saw me, she dashed into the house and came back out holding an orange envelope, offering it to me like a treasure.

"Sienna, since we don't have many close family members, we'd like to formally invite you to our wedding."

A formal invitation. I took the envelope but didn't have the courage to open it and look at the card inside. Jessica kept nudging me, "Sienna, you're an artist, right? Can you tell us how the design looks?"

That thin piece of paper felt as heavy as a boulder in my hands.

"Let me see. This color is lovely," Grace chimed in quickly.

"I think so too! Ethan picked this orange. I had chosen purple, but the orange turned out better. Sienna, what's your favorite color?"

my sketchbook and pointed to my orange

orange jacket, and

have the same taste as

My Ethan.

pierced my heart. Once upon a time, Ethan used to proudly

Grace quickly

inside looks just like you-so

"That

someone can't wake up

"Sienna, how did you know?! That's exactly what Ethan said! But the

day was sunset because it was when Sleeping

school, waking up at 5:30 was pure torture for

of Ethan's bike, hugging him and continuing my sleep with my eyes closed. I could dream three different dreams during a ten-minute break, and every time I woke up, his jacket

I heard someone sigh by my ear, "You sleep

am I going to do with

to sleep a little longer, but he pulled me into his arms, gently patting my back. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "Sienna, let's have

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