And down they went, the ambient sounds and the clamour rising in volume the closer to the ballroom they walked.
By the great doors, Ada rubbed gentle circles on Abigail's back who huffed air into her lungs twice as fast as her usual.
"Is everything alright?" Arabella went straight to comforting the girl.
"Well, she's having a bit of a panic attack," Ada grimaced while still rubbing Abigail's back.
A bit? That was an understatement! The girl was horror stricken at best. Eyes wide open, threatening to spill tears and a body as shaky as a frail leaf left behind in a winter storm.
There were no surprises there, however, as Abigail breaking down was one of the most expected things to happen. She'd always been the shiest and most sheepish of the bunch.
No amount of training or rehearsal was going to clear all of that fear out of her system.
On top of that, Persephone was nowhere to be seen at the doors. She, who usually presented herself before the rest…
