Chapitre 91: The Happy End

I can feel the rush in the early Saturday morning. Even if I'm in my own home, far away from the packhouse, I could feel the tingling excitement dominating the air. Who wouldn't when you can hear the shrieking banshees a kilometer away. The women turned into banshees the last few days, shrieks and screams would explode every time they talk about the upcoming wedding.

Even if they were giddy beyond repair, I took it in stride. It helped my mind from straying to Amalia's end, and Atlas. I'm aware that the banshees were coming for me so I was forced to open my eyes. Groaning in irritation, I rolled out of my bed, my hair sticking in different directions, literally. I'm afraid my bed head sucks.

I opened the door before they could knock, these people don't know how to quell their excitement when knocking doors. If I want my door intact, I better be quick about it.