"Where are you taking me?", I asked, my voice tight with suspicion as Lyra practically dragged me along the corridor, her grip firm and annoyingly energetic.

"To the beach", She said excitedly as she led me to the side patio, practically bouncing with each step like she’d just been injected with pure sunshine. Her hair swayed behind her, wild and free, matching the reckless grin plastered on her face.

"But you said that the upper class.....", I started, trying to remind her that she ...