Three days can be considered a long time. It depends, of course, on doing what you spend it on. If it's, perhaps, waiting for a perfect date with a perfect man, the seventy-two hours seem to drag without end. All the anticipation, all the butterflies, makes the waiting so much more dreadful and unbearable.
That's probably best, that I had so many things to do. And it wasn't something pleasant and lovely I was expecting to happen, but rather an event that makes your heart stop in a negative way.
And thanks to the amount of work I had to put into preparing the ball, I had barely enough time to think.
And man, there were things I had to think about hard and long.
The news Norvin delivered was like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown at my safe, little bubble, bursting it in that very in
