Chapter 287

• "Three in favor of Summer, three for Spring. So, does nobody like Fall?" I asked with a small frown.
• While Winter held my heart, with its icy allure, Fall was a vibrant tapestry of fiery colors and crisp, gusting winds. It had been Dad's favorite season, especially for camping. Before he got sick, every Fall we’d venture into the woods to watch the forest transform, blazing with color.
• "Mother isn’t exactly a fan of Fall," Noemi scoffed, drawing a sharp look from Graziana. "Oh, come on, you know it’s silly," she added, shrugging.