Fiona and Lachlan | Late morning | Town Circle
Fiona wore her happiness at feeling complete again like a badge of honor. To add to that blessing, the Turning afforded them two days off in a row, and she would not let anyone ruin that for her. Not Blair Adler, not Tucker Belmont, not Everly Irwin, and certainly not her own husband, who had finally come back to Glynn, after such a long trip away, shortly before the Resistance had bombed the railway. Where Fiona might have expected support, she'd only found frustration and resentment, and with how close a call the operation had been, and how heavily working at the estate weighed her down, Fiona had been in no mood to soothe his hurt feelings.
Men. Fox men in particular.
But this was the Turning festival, they were temporarily freed from Faidoux, and she was determined to enjoy herself. So she left Teague to his brooding and went looking for Lachlan, a collar of flowers around her neck, a few more woven in her otherwise loose hair. When she found her friend in the crowd, she smiled, and made a beeline for him.