The evening after my conversation with Sari dragged by, the sun slowly crossed the sky. My heart refused to settle down, fluttering every time my thoughts so much as brushed Fyren or Luke, making it almost impossible to focus on studying. I ended up calling Anrynth and having him give me a tour of the estate, asking questions on everything from the history of the family to the purpose of the individual rooms. Anything to keep my mind from tomorrow?
But, at long last, tomorrow came. I awoke with the sun and spent more time than I cared to admit rifling through my collection of dresses. There was a spacious walk-in closet attached to my bedroom that Anrynth suggested I keep my wardrobe in, so I took the time to carefully hang each dress, cloak, and sash as I decided what to wear. R'lissea knocked on my door just as I finished dressing, inviting herself in.
"Whoa? Feeling special today?" she asked, looking me up and down.
