Chapter 78 The Rival Strikes

• The festival had transformed the academy grounds into something almost magical. Lanterns hung from every archway, casting warm light across the courtyard. Tables overflowed with food and drink. Students laughed and danced to music from a small orchestra tucked beneath the main terrace.
• I stood near the edge of the crowd, watching. Celeste had insisted I attend, said hiding would only make the rumors worse. So here I was, wearing a dress I'd borrowed from her because apparently my usual training clothes weren't "festival appropriate."
• The fabric was deep green, simple but well-made. I felt exposed without my boots and jacket.