FELDA

I couldn’t get Daze off my mind the entire day. It was annoying, frustrating, and even worse because I saw him with that girl. Arianna or whatever her name was. I didn’t know much about her, not yet, but I found out one thing that made me curl a smile:

She hated Isolde.

Just like me.

And that made her useful. Very useful.

I stepped outside to breathe in some fresh air, letting my long dress flow behind me as my maids trailed silently. Tonight was warm, the kind that should ...