"Haahh…."
She should have been riding the high of the afternoon, the deal with Elias was sealed, the bussiness was no longer just a fever dream, and she'd managed to secure Elric's backing without even breaking a sweat. Yet, there was this knot. A tight, annoying little tangle of nerves sitting right under her ribs.
Tomorrow. The word felt like a mountain.
It wasn't just the Founding Anniversary party that made her palms feel a bit damp. It was the two people waiting at the end of that road, Calixto and Yelena. Elric's parents. The true masters of the North, even if Elric wore the title now.
"I'm being ridiculous," Verona whispered to her reflection. It wasn't as if she hadn't met them before. In that other life, she'd been their daughter-in-law for a year or so. Back then, she hadn't cared if they liked her. They didn't hate her, they just didn't see her.
