Jade.
I don't remember ever being so dressed up as I was on the night of the Mid-Autumn ball.
The mysterious dress had sat there, untouched in the mysterious black box it came in for a whole day, while I ransacked my brain for who the correspondent, 'Al' could possibly be.
It wasn't Vasilis. He had been my first thought, but he'd never signed any of his letters with the initials Al before. Come to think of it, he never signed his letters with any name at all. Also, I recognized Vasilis's handwriting and that was not it.
Amari and I had debated on whether I should attend the ball or not. I'd told her that I didn't plan to go at all, and when she asked why, I told her I just didn't feel like I'd be welcome at a ball that was so very clearly for witches. Even the festival was a witch festival. Sort of.
I was simply looking for excuses not to go.