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Vesper
Vesper woke the next day to an anonymous text, presumably from Kirael.
Do you have a formal ball gown? was all it said.
She bit her lip, then replied No…
Nothing more from Kirael in the next few hours, so Vesper caught up on some laundry and called Vargus to touch base.
“What’s it like working with Fallen?” he asked.
“Frustrating, and a little scary,” Vesper said honestly, but Vargus just laughed.
“If anyone can hold their own, it’s you,” he said before they hung up.
There was a knock on her door around five, just when Vesper was getting antsy and thinking about texting Kirael for a status update. When she opened it, there was a delivery man standing on her doorstep with a package. She signed for the box, which was a surprisingly heavy broad rectangle made of sweet-smell
