RIVENNA * * * No!" I screamed, opening my eyes to find my body warm — but not from a burning fire. I was inside a warm tub. A step away, a door opened and a maid rushed in, panicking, her kind brown eyes wide. And it was not just any maid — it was Olena, my childhood best friend who had died three years ago, yet here she was, in the flesh. Was I going mad? I had to be. I stood up from the tub just as she fetched me a robe, and I watched her in stunned silence, numb all over, as she fussed over me the way she always had — even though she was only a year older. "You scared me, screaming like that!" she scolded, checking my body for any wounds. "Lady Rivenna!" she called to me. I still couldn't breathe. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I rushed toward the mist-covered mirror. "My lady, you cannot be late to the choosing hall — not for your own event!" Olena reminded me as I stared at my reflection. The gash on my right cheek was gone. No ugly scar. No
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