Biting my tongue, I glance away towards the table. If my outward reaction was that big, then the vision must be that much more important.
Amias sighs. “You don't have to tell-”
“No!” Glaide snaps, making me whip my head towards him. “You have to tell us after you just started grabbing him. What was happening with you?”
I look back and forth between him and Amias. Is it really a good idea to tell them I had a prophecy?
Amias sighs and gets up from his seat. “I appreciate the concern, Glaide, but as long as Clara’s okay, she doesn't have to tell me now.”
“No. We are getting an answer, right here and right now. That wasn’t normal!”
“I saw something…” My voice drifts a little as I mention it.
Glaide crosses his arms. “Like a hallucination?”
“More or less.”
“What did you-” A buzzing noise interrupts Amias, and he digs his phone out from his pocket. He turns it on and sighs. “I'm sorry. My family-”
“Go ahead.” I nod. “I'm fine. Take the call.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He hesitantly takes the call, looking back at me as he walks away into another room. I smile as a reassurance to him before he's finally out.
“If you're seeing things that aren't there, get that checked out.” Glaide groans and goes to throw out his leftovers. Erasmus narrows his eyes but doesn't speak as he follows Glaide.
Left in the room by myself, I finish my lunch as I think about the vision. Fire…Amias…Vasilisa…
What could Godusa possibly want from me?
Chapter 36
Amias
“Oh yes, the flowers will look wonderful in those,” Mother's voice echoes as she steps on her tiptoes, almost stepping on the train of her white and blue gown. A group of men hold white vases for our approval.
“Put them on there!”she points to the table behind them..
I stand beside her proudly, nodding to the workers. The workers return the gesture and set the vases on the table that the assortment of little desserts will be.
I take in the progress made so far. The ballroom was already a decoration in itself. Ancient paintings of Grandmother and her worshippers are displayed on the ceiling, with accents of gold and amare flowers. Her followers kneel before her, as she stands tall with her bright blue eyes and flowing hair. The golden floor shimmers like it was freshly laid. It pairs nicely with the grand staircase that leads to the balcony overlooking the room. Guards in white stand by each doorway, ensuring our safety.
The only thing the room needed was food, entertainment and people. Of course, that’s tomorrow's problem. We already have the tables draped on rose gold, a bar set up for food, and the stage prepared for musicians.
I exhale. “There can't be much else to do, right?”
Grandmother taps on her crossed arms beside me a few feet away, her pink flowing dress swaying as she leans on herright leg. “Not quite. We need to find where to set more amare flowers.”
I scrunch my brows together. “Why so many flowers? Can't we have something else?” I don't need flowers for my birthday. Besides, I'll see many couples making the flowers glow. It doesn't help that Clara's not going to be there.
My face flushes at the thought of her. Suppressing feelings has been impossible. Everyday, I find a new thing to love about her. It certainly doesn't help that she's messing with by flirting all the time.
Not that I don't enjoy it. But it definitely hurts more that she's toying with ideas of romance when it will never become anything. She probably thinks nothing of it, but I wish it was real.
I refuse to tell her though. I should think nothing of her flirtations anyways. Just as I should with the flowers.
