“We had to throw the flowers out entirely because the gardener cut them horizontally instead of at an angle, like I specifically requested,” Calista heard Estrella complain from the other side of the tea table as they sat in the Palladium’s sun-room. “I don’t see why we put the effort into sending the subalterns to school they aren’t even going to learn anything.” “Perhaps it was a mistake,” Calista said, placing her card on the game set up before them. “Those do happen you know.” The two other girls in attendance, Catalina and Sofia, giggled at the comment. In all reality, the heir to the Reyes title had been prattling on about nonsense like this since they were toddlers. Looking at them all, she knew these were the closest people she had to friends and even then she couldn’t help but wonder if that would still be the case if she was of the same rank as them—or lower. Calista didn’t feel as if the waters ran very deep with them. There was never a world she could tell them about Jere—or Imara and Bue—or the fact that she gave away the Crown’s wealth like it was nothing last night.

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