Rhea’s POV
The day of the party finally comes, and I wake up at five o’clock AMsharp, before the sun even thinks about rising.
I try to do all my chores. scrub the kitchen floors, wipe down every counter until it shines, fold the laundry that piled up. I don’t want anyone to have a single reason to complain today.
By six-thirty I’m sweating and my hands are red from bleach, but everything is perfect. I rush upstairs, shower fast, and dry my hair. When I open the closet, the only thing hanging there that isn’t one of my worn dresses, it’s the dress Luna Elena left on my bed yesterday evening, saying i should put it on today.
It’s blue, silky, and clearly expensive. It still has Sophia’s perfume on it. She’s given it to me from Sophia’s wardrobe. The dress was too tight for Sophia’s hip
