Ritchie knew they were on a mission. She knew she had a job to do. But dinner had been such a confusing and emotionally traumatic affair, she had slipped away even before dessert was served. A trip to the bathroom became a run up the stairs to her room on the fourteenth floor.
Now she stood alone on her balcony looking up at all the stars, and watching how the wind made the grass below flash with silvery light, reflecting the two moons above. It was a warm night, and the crickets were singing so loudly she could hear them all the way up to where she was.
She didn"t regret her decision to flee at all. She had seen the fancy desserts being arranged on carts as she had left the dining room. Something decadently creamy and chocolatey that had a texture like pudding but was formed into square
