Liora
Mia was brushing her hair and babbling again.
I thought she was the quiet type, turns out, she opens up once you get to know her.
It was a strange comfort, the way she filled the quiet. I’d never met someone who could talk in parentheses, one topic spilling into the next with barely a breath in between. Tonight, it was the castle. Homecoming.
She was more than excited.
“To think,” she was saying, “We’re gonna have homecoming in a real castle! Usually we just have it in the banquet hall here. I mean, stunning of course, but a castle! One of royal blood! Isn’t that amazing!?”
I looked up from my desk, where I was skimming over an etiquette guide that had the audacity to include phrases like “a lady’s gentle laugh” and “walking like you glide.”
Mine looked…nothing like this.
