Lyanna
I hurriedly make my way down the stairs, Kara chanting my name like some prayer.
"Lyanna, come on!" She drawls.
"Im done getting ready, ugh!" I reach the base of the stairs where Kara is standing.
"Don't you look lovely tonight?" She smirks, taking my hand.
"When does the gala begin? Are we that far behind schedule?" I arch my brows.
"In an hour," she replies nonchalantly.
"So what's the rush?" I groan, "I had to rush my getting ready," I whine.
She pulls me to the door, "We shouldn't be late. Punctuality is the best thing ever."
Ugh, typical Kara.
***
We arrive at our destination. A gigantic stone building. It looks like some witch's hideout whipped out of a storybook.
Harsh winds slap my hair in my face as I alight from the car, "Why does this place look so scary?" I gulp, a bad feeling crawling down my spine.
