Violet's POV
I took his hand and we walked out.
'What are my favorite spots?' I thought.
"Um..." I started.
"Your notes said you worked in the kitchen," Peter suggested.
That wasn't my favorite spot, but it was a spot.
"Notes?" I asked as we walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
"My father had sheets for each girl attending the ball made." Peter looked a little confused.
"Why?"
"To prepare me for my mate." She got quiet as she nodded.
"What did mine say?" Peter stopped walking and looked at me.
"I thought all the girls wrote their own sheets." I stopped walking and stared out the glass wall. The staircase was next to a glass wall.
"I didn't write it. It was probably written by my father." I sighed. "I do work in the kitchen. I wash dishes."
"Wash dishes? Was this your decis
