Chapter Forty-two
Matthew moved into the ballroom fully, found a path beside a sign marked Elysium Glades and marched through a blur of crimson and emerald, only vaguely aware of the autumn trees and veils of mist that surrounded him.
At the other side of the indoor forest, guests were stationed around a table laden with crystal punch-bowls and varying sizes of bottles. Two ice sculptures, a sombre sun and smiling moon, sparkled under a chandelier.
A pretty brunette in a long orange dress sashayed up to him. ‘Oh Em Gee,’ she said. ‘Your costume is gorgeous!’
‘Gee thanks,’ he said. ‘You look great yourself.’ He scanned the crowd ahead. He could see Eadie, a pregnant Eadie, done out in a rabbit costume, ears flopping forward and back as she nodded in answer to someone obscured by the cei
