Chapter 3: Meeting the Mentor
The living room was filled with a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the city outside a faint backdrop to the gentle sounds of their breathing. Elizabeth lay sprawled on the couch, a soft blanket draped over her, while Rachel perched on the edge of the coffee table, her legs tucked under her. The scent of jasmine lingered in the air, a remnant of the candle Elizabeth had lit earlier, its flame now flickering lazily on the mantelpiece.
Rachel's green eyes were fixed on Elizabeth, a mix of concern and wonder swirling in their depths. "Liz, you know I support you, right?