Teresa

The dark had taken over the sky. I stood by the windows, staring out into the crowd downstairs in the courtyard.

A small bonfire was burning in the distance, and everyone was dressed up to the teeth.

Behind me, Clara, one of the maids, stood behind me. She had just finished helping me dress my hair.

“You look like you don’t want to join them,” she murmured. “Like you’re about to bolt.”

I hesitated before muttering back. “I’m considering it.”

“Isn’t ...