**Thalia’s POV**
"Open the curtain, Thalia," Madam Rose ordered, and I quickly moved to obey.
As I pulled back the large curtain, the morning sun flooded the hall with bright, golden light.
The room was bustling with activity, the preparations for the opening feast well underway. It was only three days away, and the excitement was contagious.
Several girls passed by me, their hands full with baskets overflowing with decorations. They giggled and chatted, their energy infectious.
Meanwhile, I found myself lingering in the corner, unsure of what to do next. Madam Rose was busy assigning tasks to the others, and it seemed like everyone had something to keep them occupied. Everyone except me.
The hall was already looking beautiful, and I could tell the feast was going to be massive.
