Andria's POV
The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept; my mind kept spinning around last night, Aven's lips, Kaelric's words, and his eyes watching me from behind before he disappeared, Liara's betrayal, all crashing together like waves that refused to calm.
I stirred and turned in my bed, who knew that even after all these years of experiencing betrayals and losing friends, this one would still hurt like this.
I managed to get prepared. Today was day two of the fundraiser events, the talent hunt show, so I had to be at the hall on time.
By the time I dragged myself into the hall, students in the decorating team were already busy decorating for the talent show.
Bright banners hung from the ceiling, the scent of paint still sharp in the air. I blinked against the harsh lights, forcing a smile when Macy waved from the stage.
"Ari! Over here!" she called, nearly tripping over a pile of wires.
