Plan

Delphinia sat cross-legged on the bed, her fingers gripping the crumpled paper in her hands.

Delphinia stared down at the paper in her hands, her grip tightening as if that would somehow change what was written on it.

She remembered clearly the first time she saw this invitation—how she had stepped on it that day, barely sparing it a glance as it lay discarded on the floor. She hadn't even picked it up at first. Just stood there, staring at the elegant lettering, the names, the date.

And yet, here she was now, holding it in her hands as if it were something fragile.

She stared at the invitation for a moment longer before exhaling sharply and tossing it onto the bed beside her. "How ridiculous," she muttered under her breath.