SYLVESTER
I kept staring out the window, my arms crossed tightly against my chest, watching as the sun climbed higher. The celebration was already halfway in motion. The musicians were playing. Guests were drinking. The stage was ready. But I was still up here, alone in my room, waiting for two people who clearly weren’t going to show.
Logan and Nora.
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. They weren’t coming.
No letter. No messenger. No rejection. Just silence.
I had told myself that I invited them out of courtesy… out of pride… maybe even power. But now, as I watched the clouds shift in the sky and the flags of Red Moon flutter in the wind, I realized the truth.
I wanted them here.
Nora… especially. And Logan too.
At this point, I didn’t even care if it was just a representative from
