The next day after breakfast, Braelyn followed Lisa to the salon where she was asked for a small chat. She was nervous as she went there. After all, who knows what she would ask of her when she went there?
One second, she was Lucy’s friend and the next second; she was carrying the family’s blood. So many things had happened in less than twenty-four hours and honestly, it still felt like a dream; very surreal. She was reacting to it slowly.
Upon reaching the salon, Braelyn was given a seat where she sat comfortably after Lisa encouraged her to do so. She didn’t bite after all.
Feeling a bit relaxed, since Lisa was friendlier than she thought, Braelyn started feeling at ease.
“Are you feeling, okay? Any nausea or discomfort?” with worry written all over her face Lisa asked Braelyn.
Braelyn, who never had such symptoms, hurriedly shook her head. “No, I don’t feel as such!” being sincere about it.