Actually there

Waking up from her nice little nap, she looked out the window. Doing a double take, she jumped up, starting to panic a little. She overslept, she should have gotten dressed and gone an hour ago. This wasn't good at all. Quickly changing into that dress Ivana made for her, she had no time for make-up, and tied a small dark blue cloth mask over her face. It didn't hide all of her face, but it was all she could do right now. Putting on the small heels that she put in the box, she quickly ran down the stairs. Luckily she was agile enough to run down the stairs without tripping in heels. She left her hair down, she liked it better down than any other style. Iesurdrar flew next to her as she ran, making it there in no time, but she was a little out of breath. She even scared some of the horses that were walking in the road with her speed and her quiet steps. 

Going up to the Castle, it really was a castle. It was bigger than anything she could even imagine. She stared at it for a while, just staring at the pure beauty and elegance it had. She couldn't even imagine the inside of the castle. What brought her out of her trance was the quiet snickering she heard by some noblemen and women getting out of their respected carriages. Shaking her head, she flashed them a dangerous smile before walking inside. Their snickering stopped, something wasn't right with that girl. 

Inside, as expected, was more elegant and clean than outside. Grand pillars grew up from the ground like trees. Everything was beautiful. Nothing was like this, nothing she had even seen was like this. But she had an odd feeling. Like she had been here before, a long, long time ago. Shrugging her shoulders, she looked around the room. 

There was a fine line between the rich and the poor. The poor had duller, less fine material clothing while the rich had the finest of everything, from the small details in their masks, to the dresses and suits themselves, they were everything that could be imagined. Some people looked at her as she stood towards the back of the ballroom. Some with interest in a pretty lady, but then some with disgust- mainly women- who wondered why a peasant was there with them. 

'You can't get into a fight Cattaleya, I know how much you want to,' A voice spoke in her head. She just flashed another dangerous smile to her bird friend. He never liked that smile, that smile meant trouble was coming. 

Taking another look around the room, she saw another difference between poor and rich, their binding-partners. While the poor had small, weaker animals-if animals at all-, the rich had bigger, stronger animals that followed them very obediently. It made her feel bad for a second, some of these animals never got a chance to really choose, they were forced. 

Then the most breathtaking thing caught her attention, the food. There was only a little set out right now but they looked delicious. And what wasn't a royal party without food? Not many people went for food since they were watching their figure, but she didn't care. She never cared about her figure. That's why she wasn't a stick compared to other women here. She grabbed a plate and got almost one of everything. Then started stuffing her face. She was never really taught good manners, only that you shouldn't use your hands. But the food was so good, she wondered how people couldn't not eat it all. 

"Cattaleya! I should have known you would be stuffing your face when I got here!" A familiar voice yelled. Smiling and turning to face her, Ivana slapped Catta's arm, in return she just chuckled and smiled. 

"You've gotta try this, it's what's keeping me here right now. It's amazing." She smiled, but Ivana shook her head. No, she watched her figure, "Well, more for me." 

While Cattaleya and Ivana talked, they both didn't notice a part of grey eyes staring down at them from the second floor.