The smell of rain hangs in the air as I walk down the sparkling path next to the bay. The aquatic drinks slowly creep their way through my insides as I finish the last of the blue raspberry and abandon my glass on a lone high top. The fairy lights sway gently from the breeze of the bay, and I take in the green sculptures that keep me company on my walk.
How dare Zelia diminish the magnificence of this night? Sure, it may be my first gala, but does she really have to rub it in? How many nights has she really had that could have topped this one? How many more nights like this will I be forced to attend with her?
I lean on the railing, my thoughts a swirling puddle of confusion. The lights of the boats passing by reflect on the inky water of the bay. Crickets hiding in the foliage chirp a c
