IRIS
After some time the pouch sat forgotten at the bottom of my bag where I had hidden it. I had so much to do with finalizing the plans for the mating ball that it never crossed my mind. Ronan and I barely saw each other during the day. He was always in meetings or at the borders and by the time we both fell into bed at night, we were too exhausted to talk or to do anything except sleep. Sometimes we didn't even say goodnight. One of us would fall asleep before the other or leave before the other. There was so much to be done.
The night of the mating ball arrived faster than I expected. I wanted to impress both our guests and Ronan so I had gone ahead and bought a wine-red dinner dress. It was far from what I would usually wear but Mary convinced me it made me stand out. It hugged my c
