Lyria was in her bedroom, pacing nervously, when the dress arrived. The others were all there, dressed and ready to go to the banquet, which was starting in a mere thirty minutes. Aertis, who unlike the others wore a simple dress, had already helped Lyria with her hair and makeup.
The four girls were discussing the events of the night before when Navaill knocked. He hurried inside with a large, paper wrapped package in the shape of a dress. Depositing it on the bed, he said, “Lady Lyria, your dress.” Then he added, “but please hurry, the banquet will start soon.”
She thanked Navaill without expressing any annoyance, but internally felt like screaming. Of course she knew she had to hurry.
She barely glanced at the dress as she hurried into it, Aertis helping her lift it over her head and
