Chapter 82

“Cassie, my socks are itchy!” Lily whined, stopping at the entrance to the theater to dramatically tug at her frilly lace socks.

Cassie rolled her eyes. “If they’re itching you so badly, take them off and hand them over. I’ll stuff them in my purse.”

“Then your purse will stink because she has stinky feet.” Aaron teased.

Ignoring her brother and the stares of passersby, Lily leaned against Felix and started to slip her socks off.

The four of them were standing in front of a theater in Midtown Atlanta. The theater stood proudly amidst the bustling cityscape. Tall, arched windows adorned the front and sides of the building, each one framed with intricate wrought-iron accents. The glass panes themselves were made from delicately assembled stained glass pieces which came together to depict various forms of artistry, from a ballerina standing en pointe to golden depictions of the theater masks Thalia and Melpomene. A lush red carpet was rolled out from the doorway and all the way down the