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"We're here," June announces as they wind around a corner to the cabin she has all to herself, bought and paid for by their father, of course, who allowed her the cabin to herself on the condition that she attend the festival in the first place. She opens the door to reveal one of the premium cabins, of course; no one would dare set up a Thornton in anything less than luxury.
On the first floor lies a lounge and kitchen, currently littered with various pieces of luggage and clothes strewn about the room. June directs Fabrice to one of the couches, gesturing for both him and Demetri to sit. She then quickly leaps up the stairs to where her bedroom resides, quickly pulling on an older t-shirt and pair of shorts before coming back down. She heads to the kitchen and pulls out a pitcher of raspberry iced tea, pouring all three of them glasses before grabbing a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries and making her way back to the living area. She promptly bestows the food and drinks on the coffee table before settling into the arm chair just across from Fabrice and Demetri. Fabrice sits with his knees tucked under his arms, his face downcast as though he wished for the couch to swallow him whole. June feels slightly guilty for it.
"Now," she says, sipping from her drink. "Dear big brother, please, let us talk."
On the first floor lies a lounge and kitchen, currently littered with various pieces of luggage and clothes strewn about the room. June directs Fabrice to one of the couches, gesturing for both him and Demetri to sit. She then quickly leaps up the stairs to where her bedroom resides, quickly pulling on an older t-shirt and pair of shorts before coming back down. She heads to the kitchen and pulls out a pitcher of raspberry iced tea, pouring all three of them glasses before grabbing a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries and making her way back to the living area. She promptly bestows the food and drinks on the coffee table before settling into the arm chair just across from Fabrice and Demetri. Fabrice sits with his knees tucked under his arms, his face downcast as though he wished for the couch to swallow him whole. June feels slightly guilty for it.
"Now," she says, sipping from her drink. "Dear big brother, please, let us talk."
