I spent the next couple days in the great hall while mother ran circles around me, barking orders at the servants and wait staff. She was trying to get everything situated for my party tomorrow. Watching her was going to make me Boke, I needed to find a seat. Carina was due to arrive at any moment so I wanted to soak up as much silence as possible. I was really hoping that she was in the mood to just ignore me instead of her normal knit picking. Graham was with father ironing out final details about the treaties and travel plans for Sunday. Everything would be signed tomorrow night after the party. I knew that I should be packing up my trunk but mother constantly reminded me that that was Kennedy’s responsibility. I knew that she was right, but I felt terrible, it was my stuff, I shouldn’
