{Third Person}
Amara noticed it almost immediately, and once she did, she couldn't unsee it.
'So even they are afraid of him now,' she thought, her lips pressing together slightly. 'Seems like word had already spread.'
Time passed slowly.
The music changed, the dancers rotated, the conversations around them rose and fell like distant waves, but none of it quite reached her.
What had initially held her attention began to blur at the edges as her eyelids grew heavier.
She yawned once, quickly covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Then again. And again.
Then, her gaze darted around her, trying to find Mrs. Woods' silhouette, but there was no sight of her.
Sighing to herself, she shifted slightly in her seat, trying to fight the sleep off, but the weight of it only settled deeper.
A fourth yawn escaped her before she could stop it. That was when Alexander finally turned fully towards her. The glare he levelled at her this time was unmistakable.
