Chapter 82 His Fall

• I wake alone. It's still early. I've not missed breakfast. Getting sorted, I walk down. Tonight is Lyra's masquerade ball. May has barely stopped working to make dresses for all the events.
• I was happy to wear one of the old ones, but she insisted it needed to be new. I listen to them discuss their events. Sage rolls her eyes every time Lyra says her event is exclusive.
• It's not exclusive. It's biased and judgemental.