"So Amara?" Megan says chewing her salad.
I look at her smiling.
After our reunion, Megan's assistant kinda heard us and told Megan, who decided that I should have dinner with them. She even informed my parents and I'm sure I heard their squeals through the phone.
Uncle Rickard is grinning though eating quietly, while Talon looks at his mom and back to food.
"Yes!?" I say, politely declining more steaks that the cook was offering.
"Prepared for the masquerade ball, this Friday?" she asks, smiling, excitedly.
What!?
This Friday!?
Mom didn't tell me that. I choke on the streak I was chewing.
Talon panics and pats my back and giving me a glass of water.
I take it, gulp down its content and then look at a confused Megan, confused myself. "Mom didn't tell me that it's on Friday
