The night passed quickly and there comes the next day after the controversial ball.
Serafina was already awake, that or she just did not get a good night sleep at all after that traumatic experience with her governess. All this time, she was sitting on the window sill and was staring outside, at the trees, at the houses from the distance, and at the sky above. It was one of those baby blue skies, not the psychedelic candy blue nor the washed out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings. The clouds looked like puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel the world. Serafina watched the clouds quietly, pure reflected rays dappled and swirling with sky, until all that remained was that perfect blue sky, the same hue as before.
Soon, the sun has come to illuminate the k
