CHAPTER 9
Mermaids Like Taffeta
n behalf of all female-kind, I would like to say that a great majority of the most fabulous outfits in the world are super uncomfortable.
At present, SJ, Blue, and I were on our way to attend Friday evening’s ball at Adelaide Castle. Ordinarily such occasions did not make me feel particularly excited. However, after a week of fishing talks and dreary guest lecturers that attempted to make up for their lack of charisma with ocean-themed business attire, I was ready for at least some kind of semi-stimulating activity.
Moreover, since neither Blue nor I were given the chance to sneak away and get any combat practice in this week, sashaying about in our epically aquatic outfits was all the action we had to look forward to at the moment.
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