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I understood that Raven was nervous, and my mother had just the remedy—a good love story. It had always worked for my sister, and it seemed to work for Raven as well. However, after our dance, her nervousness seemed to return, likely due to the curious and sometimes judgmental stares she was receiving. I did my best to keep her calm, though it wasn’t easy. A drink or two helped, though.
“You’re doing great,” I whispered, kissing her temple. She leaned further into me as a few people approached to talk. Their questions were probing and intrusive.
They asked how she had met me and if it was true that pagans ate animals raw, like beasts. I rolled my eyes at their ignorance, and although I wanted to step in and tell them to be quiet in no uncertain terms, Raven remained calm and off
