CORA
"Surely we can…" I turned my eyes away from Serica and looked down to the stage. It was pointless, and she was right. We really had no recourse. Cechele was a few places from the front of the line. Deneel stood behind her, clutching at the list tied up in her ribbons. The gray-skinned girl looked mortified, she'd pieced together what was about to happen and seemed to blame herself for it.
"Cora, this is the last thing I wanted," Serica said and placed her hand on my shoulder.
I nodded and placed my cheek to the back of her palm, "I know."
The thought of having to train with someone so terrible sat like lead in my belly.
I just wanted us to be together.
That wasn't going to happen. Still, I needed to put on a brave face for her, "We'll find time. You don't need to worry about that."
It was a setback, sure, but I knew that I would find small ways to be with her. Delivering baskets of pastries, or stealing away on our weekly day off.
