Chapter 17Stefan and I stood in his kitchen a couple of evenings after I told him about Katherine, waiting for the water to boil so we could make tea. “Do you think we should go to the masked ball?” Stefan asked, handing me the invitation.
I rolled my eyes. “Do you want to go?”
“It might be fun. And it has nothing to do with my sister.”
The masked ball was an annual tradition dating back several centuries. It was a way for people to have fun and get together during the unbearable snowy season. Getting an invitation to the ball wasn’t easy, though. Even for people who were wealthy or had influence. Anyone who was anyone aspired to go to the masked ball. Most of the time, only friends and family members of the royal family went to the ball. There was always one or two tales of how a rando
