The following morning, the castle was bustling. Everyone was running around putting the final touches on the decorations for the masquerade tonight. I have not even seen my outfit. My grandmother tried to get my input, but when I told her I really did not care, she insisted on designing my costume for me.
As if I am not used to others choosing my clothes. I let her have complete creative control and she has been quite giddy about it since we first spoke about it. She came to me this morning and told me she would be bringing it up to me about two or three hours before it was time to get dressed.
I really do not want to attend this party. Aside from announcing this farce of an engagement to that demon Prince James, I am positive I will be running into Dimitri and his fiancé since everyone
