Bab 353: Thornston Gala Dinner (10)

A soft whisper, "Three kids: one Fae, the other half-mer, and the last, who cannot be compelled, all under one roof…."

While sitting at her vanity, illuminated by the soft glow of a small chandelier reflecting off the polished surfaces in her dressing room, Shelby found her mind racing with thoughts, unintentionally voicing them aloud.

The odds, the impossibility of it all—how could such a thing happen in this mortal world. The human world that she was so used to, despite its complexities, should be mundane. In short, the world was ordinary and despite the fact that it looked unpredictable, it was predictable in some ways?

Suzie moved efficiently around her, brushing and pinning her hair with practised ease, but Shelby's attention was distant, her gaze unfocused, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Her soft brows furrowed in concentration, giving her an almost charming and candid beauty.