I had a strange dream, another look into the past.
Back when I was only twelve...
It was night time as I sit in one of the other rooms of the Opal Palace. It was a room that was just below the attic, the fourth floor.
I'm on a chair sitting behind the glass to the balcony. Andrew is in the room with me, pouring me another cup of warm tea while a few others celebrate within the room with me. It's not a very loud celebration, but the atmosphere is lively with food and just a bit of alcohol.
The rest of the servants have gone out to enjoy the festival, either with their friends or lovers and family. The ones who stay with me are those who said they wished to celebrate with me- and I'm truly happy that they chose to stay and keep me company. Even though I'm sure they would rather be out
