KATHERINEI honestly hated dinner parties. They were always the same. The people walked around with their noses in the air, acting like they were better than everyone else, and the conversations were usually fake. Most of all, I hated the dresses. They were always tight, heavy, and uncomfortable, making it hard to even breathe, let alone move. I felt like a doll on display, and it was exhausting.As the car drove through the night, the silence between Stephen and me was thick. He was busy working on his tablet, his eyes moving fast across the screen as he checked reports. He didn't look up once. I wasn't interested in keeping silent, though. The quiet was making me restless, and I wanted to know why we were suddenly rushing to a human castle in the middle of the night."So, what is actually going on?" I asked.I just wanted to keep the place lively a bit. I didn't really expect him to give me a straight answer, but to my surprise, he actually set the tablet down and looked at me."The
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