I glanced at my invitation, could I have gotten the wrong address? Certainly not. But for some inexplicable reason, the whole of the ball room was staring at me like I was holding a wand.

No, it wasn’t a look of fascination or confusion, but of pure fear.

I could feel beads of cold sweat forming right underneath the silver circlet crown I wore.

I cleared my throat, wiping my hands on my gown.

“Is something wrong?” I tried to speak clearly, but I could hear my voice waved throughout the large room.

“Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.” My voice echoed back to me.

Dead silence.

“Well? Where’s Marcus?” I asked, adjusting my crown.

Before the echo could continue, a deep, raspy voice spoke from behind me.

“I’m right here Adelina.”

I turned around to see the guests weren’t staring at me, they were staring behind me.

I could only gasp before I was completely frozen.

He was right there all along.