Chapter 29 Ward
The library was lit up with what had to be at least a thousand candles. Each window held a single flickering flame and the doorway was filled with stacks of candles of all different heights. A thick black carpet peppered by drops of a rainbow of colored wax had been rolled out the door. A few people at the front of the line were collecting the invitations. “This sure is fancy,” Ward said, leaning into Taytra so she would hear him over the babble of voices.
“I know. This isn’t what I thought it would be like. It seems like it is just the upper class of the city. I wonder what our families would have done if we lived here,” she said, looking down the street where people gathered in small bunches. “Are we late?” She looked over her shoulder, but no one else joined their lin
