It was done. The invitations had been sent out in the open.
People from within and outside of the region were made aware that the only heir of Emeric Eleazar and Persephone was entering a new stage in his life.
However, they didn't know the woman he was promising his life to. Arabella feared his union to a human wouldn't be so well received, and thus ruining centuries of work and effort to maintain the reputation and prestige of the clan.
Was it going to yield the fall from grace she so dreaded for them? Or was she shedding hair for nothing?
"Where did your mind go?" Silas' voice called her back into reality.
"Oh!" her eyes snapped onto him, "I am sorry. I believe I might be a bit on the edge with all of the preparations and all," she chuckled awkwardly.
"Are you sure that is all?" he asked, his eyes on the hallway ahead of them.
"Yes, of course!" she squeaked, "What else would it be?"
"Second thoughts, perhaps,"
