Kabanata 8: Stranger

Katherine made her way back to the carriage, relieved to find Aunt Yevon waiting by the entrance, her brow furrowed in concern. The bustling streets had been overwhelming, but she had managed to navigate her way back, though the whole city felt unfamiliar, as though she were only beginning to scratch the surface.

"Is there no customer service here in this place to announce and just pick me up at the counter?"

As Katherine approached, Yevon's expression softened into a warm, relieved smile. "You're back," she said, her voice laced with concern. "I was beginning to worry that you might lose your way in all that chaos." 

"I'm fine, Aunt Yevon," Katherine reassured her, stepping up into the carriage. "The streets are lively, but I found my way back. It's just... everything here feels so different." 

Yevon gave her a knowing look. "Of course. It can be a lot to take in at first. But you're home now, and that's what matters." 

As they settled into the carriage, Katherine turned her gaze out the window, her thoughts still swirling. Her mind raced with questions—what was the timeline they were in, and how did she fit into it all?

She knew she was a side character, that much was certain. But she was too curious to remain a bystander, even though a part of her was scared to intervene with the story.

She had always read about this world, but now that she was living in it, everything felt so strange and out of place. What was she supposed to do here? Was she meant to influence events, or simply watch them unfold?

"Are my parents witches or something? Did they curse me because I didn't bring them on the vacation?" She paused, shaking her head. "Sorry, Mom, for thinking that. I'm just being a little crazy... your daughter's an overthinker."

Her internal musings were interrupted when Aunt Yevon spoke again, her tone more animated. "Katherine, I have some exciting news. The palace is hosting a ball to commemorate the graduates of the school in Athens." 

"A ball?" Katherine repeated, a bit surprised by the sudden mention of such a grand event. "For the graduates? Sosyal!"

Her aunt paused, surprised by her remark, but seemed to let it go, as it wasn't the first time Katherine had said something unusual.

"Yes," Aunt Yevon confirmed with a nod. "It's a longstanding tradition. Every year, they host a ball to honor the students who've completed their studies. It's a huge event—celebrated not only by the graduates but by everyone in the kingdom."

Katherine listened intently, already picturing the grandeur of the palace. The idea of a ball at the royal palace was both thrilling and intimidating. She wondered about the kind of people who would be in attendance and whether she would even know how to behave in such a setting.

"I wonder if there will be any cute guys?" she thought, then quickly added, "Just kidding."

"Will we be attending?" Katherine asked, her curiosity piqued. 

Yevon nodded with a smile. "Of course. We have connections to the palace and the university, so it's expected that we'll be there. It's an opportunity to mingle with the kingdom's most influential figures and observe the social dynamics of the court." 

Katherine's mind raced. She was used to people—she knew how to navigate social situations, how to blend in or stand out when needed. But balls were different. This wasn't the casual gatherings she was used to; this was something else. She didn't know how to act in front of royalty or nobles, and the idea of being in such an elaborate setting made her feel off-balance.

The thought of the ball made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she wasn't used to. She had always been the type to just roll with things, never shying away from the spotlight, but this world was different. The whole idea just felt... weird. "I mean, how fancy can it get? Hope I don't trip on my gown or spill something on the king."

"I'm not sure I'll fit in," Katherine admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I don't even know the customs or what's expected at something like this. I'm not... I'm not used to all this." 

Aunt Yevon laughed softly, clearly understanding Katherine's hesitation. "It's all right, dear. It's normal to feel that way. But that's why we'll go together. I'll guide you through it all. You'll get the hang of things. Don't worry about fitting in; just be yourself. People here value authenticity." 

Katherine nodded, though her nerves didn't ease. She still couldn't shake the worry that she might embarrass herself, that she'd make some social blunder. She wasn't even sure what role she played in this world, let alone how to navigate its intricate society. 

"Is it okay if I just go there to eat since there's a feast?" she muttered to herself. "I'll just pretend I'm at a Sinulog festival once I get there. I'll just eat and enjoy."

Aunt Yevon continued, her tone shifting as she mentioned someone else. "One of the top students at the university right now is Florante. He's in his fourth year and producing exceptional results. It's unfortunate he won't be able to attend the ball, but he has only a short while left before he graduates." 

At the mention of Florante, Katherine felt a sudden jolt of surprise. The name was familiar to her—it was a name she had read many times, belonging to a nobleman and a significant figure in the kingdom's history. 

"Florante?" Katherine repeated, unable to hide the surprise in her voice. "The duke's son?" 

"If I had known I'd end up here, I would've studied Florante at Laura better back in second year high school. But it was so boring with that teacher." she thought.

Aunt Yevon smiled, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Yes, dear. Florante. He's considered one of the brightest minds of his class. His professors have high expectations for him, and he's already showing great promise. It's a shame he can't come to the ball, but he's close to finishing his studies, and this final stretch is crucial for him."

Aunt Yevon paused, then added with a thoughtful smile, "I must say, I have a very good impression of him."

Katherine's heart fluttered at the mention of him. This Florante, the figure she had read about, was real? He was not just a historical name but a living person, currently excelling in his studies. It was an odd feeling, to be in the same world as someone she had once read about. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of man he really was—was he anything like the noble hero from her recollections, or was he different in this reality? 

"I see," Katherine said, her mind racing. "It must be disappointing that he can't attend." 

This is the second time today I've heard his name.

Katherine thought about what Aunt Yevon had said, her mind still buzzing with uncertainty. She'd been thrown into this world so suddenly, and now, she was expected to jump straight into its most high-profile events. Sure, she was excited—after all, she had an adventurous spirit. But still, how was she supposed to fit in?

How would she navigate the maze of court politics, complicated relationships, and all those lofty expectations of high society? She wasn't exactly used to wearing pearls and following the rules. Back in her world, she was used to dining in 5-star hotels—was it the same here?

No use overthinking it, though. I'll just go and figure it out as I go.

"I suppose we'll have to make the best of it," Katherine mused aloud, more to herself than to Yevon. "It's all a lot to take in, but I'm sure I'll figure it out." 

"You will, my dear," Aunt Yevon said warmly, her voice full of reassurance. "You're more than capable. And don't forget—you're still adjusting to it all. In time, you'll find your place." 

Katherine turned to look at her aunt, a mixture of gratitude and doubt flickering in her eyes. "I suppose so." 

Is Katherine, the owner of this body, someone who goes to events a lot? How should I act if someone who knows Katherine approaches me, and I'm pretending to have amnesia?

As the carriage continued on its way, Katherine's mind returned to the palace ball. A small part of her felt excited by the thought of being surrounded by such grandeur, but another part of her was anxious, uncertain about her place in a world that seemed both strange and familiar. 

It's my first day here. I shouldn't get too caught up in just the ball. I'd better enjoy it while I can.

But one thing was clear: she was no longer just a spectator. She was here to play a part in this world—whatever that part might be. And perhaps, as Aunt Yevon had said, it would all become clearer in time.

I'll just hide behind Aunt Yevon... I'll quickly grab some food, hope it tastes good.