Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen.

Jaslyn

I was in a fairly sour mood tonight. It was the night when the lower packs were coming to pay homage or whatever it was that Dmitri had told me. Yesterday afternoon had gone well indeed and I could still picture how epic the manager's face had looked like, in my mind. Reeta's hadn't been any different too. I'd gotten the dress like I said I would, and now it lay on my bed alongside its black tiara and my favorite cologne.

I had a queer habit of pairing up my perfume according to my mood. The one I was using tonight was in a purple bottle, and was a combination of pleasant seductive fragrances.

As for the reason why I was in a sour mood, Alyse was the culprit. For whatever reason, she'd convinced Zeeland to make me join the servants in their daily chores. I'd overheard them when I had gone over to deliver a message to him from one of the council members. My heart had gone cold when I heard him tell her that she should remain patient unt