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.