I let myself cry for a few minutes. I was back under my parents' roof and under their control and, this time, there was no need for them to pretend to be civil. I would learn tonight exactly what they expected and there would be no room for negotiating and after what I did at the celebrations, I'm sure I wouldn't be going anywhere without a chaperon.
I pulled myself together to inspect the room I was given. My parents have known me my entire life and are probably making assumptions based on that, but they don't know how much I've changed in the past few months. They don't know the hours of study and training I've put in and how much more confident I've become.
I inspect every item in the closet, having been taught by Ceci, that this was my armor. I also look all around my room for anythi
