Clara begins to wonder if she’ll need a dental appointment after today. Her teeth had ground so much her jaw aches. The dinner hadn’t gone pleasantly, as she expected. Curtis had made a large ordeal over offering her the chance to approve the décor and food menu for the feast. Something Clara confessed she had no right to choose. Even in Suntra, this was her mother’s ultimate decision. Events were few and far in Suntra, if there was anything to gauge, it was the unity ball. Clara had committed herself to the practical approach. Setting garlands and tablecloths. Hauling boxes or table wear and ornaments. Not once making comment on her mother’s choices. It was the Lunas Duty and pride. Clara hadn’t missed the tightening grip of Valorie’s fork at dinner. If the body language hadn’t been an in
