Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 61

Sylvia turned her gaze to the last of her roommates, a wave of panic washing over the latter, "I-Is there something wrong with me too?"

Sylvia’s head felt like it was spinning, “You’re fine.” With a careless move, she thudded her forehead against the table, succumbing to the alcohol.

Her roommates couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I never realized Sylvia wasn't just a looker but pretty adorable too."

"If it weren't for Freya's big mouth behind her back, how could Bridget ever be the campus belle?"

"Hey, it's half past eight already, we better head back to the dorm."

The trio helped Sylvia up, all smiles and laughter as they made their way back.

Leaning on her roommates, Sylvia surprisingly felt a sense of security, not completely knocked out by the alcohol.

Their drunken chatter filled the air, even the autumn breeze seemed to carry a hint of warmth. Suddenly, one of the roommates looked up and exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautiful starry night."

The others followed her gaze, mesmerized by the clear sky and the bright moonlight, with stars twinkling through the intertwining branches, resembling decorations hung upon the trees.

With a pair of sparkling eyes and a moon-like mouth, the branches much like human’s hair, the image utterly resembled her Stella’s smiling.

"Mom, Mom...If there's a next life, don't give up on your dreams for my sake, I want you to be good."

As leaves fluttered down, some landing on Sylvia's face, masking the tears that spoke of her longing.

But then, she smiled, a smile so radiant it seemed to outshine the stars themselves. She wouldn't let Stella down.

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she sobered up instantly, staring intently at the sky above. Her roommates, curious, stood beside her, tilting their heads.

"What are you looking at?"

"No idea."

"My neck's gonna start hurting at this rate."

Sylvia couldn't help but burst into laughter.