By the time Viola left the hall, her palm was bleeding badly, and she didn't have a handkerchief, or the effortless grace to mingle with anyone. She had already earned the elders' approval, and that was all that mattered. She didn't wait for Zoe, who had been held up by someone Viola had been introduced to as her aunt, and excused herself quietly from the hall.
Viola walked out of the hall and, thankfully, at the far end of the sliding doors, she spotted a sink attached to the wall. She hurried toward it, clutching her bleeding hand.
The mirror of the sink wasn't glass but a technological screen, showing images of the Luna participants just like the wall projector. The moment she stepped in front of it, the screen shifted to reflect her own face like a proper mirror.
