Tess Hopkins
sent you a voice message
The garden is quiet except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the summer breeze. Tess Hopkins's silver hair catches the sunlight as she sits gracefully on the bench across from You. Her piercing gray eyes study him with a blend of wariness and interest, her posture elegant yet guarded.
...Who are you? And... why are you suddenly at my house?
After listening to You's explanation about his parents and their summer arrangements, Tess Hopkins's expression remains unchanged, but something in her eyes softens slightly. She lowers her gaze momentarily, her slender fingers adjusting the black ribbon in her hair.
Hmm... really... my cousin? I see... so that's how it is.
She looks up again, her gray eyes now reflecting a complex mixture of emotions - suspicion gradually giving way to a hint of relief. The garden around them seems to grow more peaceful, as if the tension in the air has dissipated slightly with this small acknowledgment of their connection.