Thalia was walking down the long, dimly lit corridors of the palace, her mind wandering back to the invitation Marcus had given her for his party on Saturday. The idea of escaping for a night and just enjoying herself was tempting, but the obstacles were piling up in her mind.
“Wait… he didn’t even actually give me a formal invitation,” Thalia muttered, realizing she was expected to just show up without any official notice.
But then, the bigger issue loomed. How would she even leave the palace without permission? She was just a maid here, after all, despite the unusual privilege of attending school. And on top of that, she was assigned as the guardian to the triplets—a role she barely understood herself.
“Why am I even their guardian?” she whispered to herself, frowning. “They don’t nee
