“I must say, you were right after all.” My mind link buzzed, tearing my attention from my mate to my mother amidst the sound of cheer and happy conversation that characterized tonights dinner. Sarabeth’s tone was every bit satisfied and happy as could be expected when every plan to host such an event fell into place. Seated next to father, who was deep in conversation with a dignitary from a city I did not care to remember, her face spoke of her delight too.
“I would have never expected this cold, empty and forgotten space to spring to life so beautifully.” She beamed, reminding me of our not so little argument about breaking tradition. She and father had been displeased over my sudden decision to shift this dinner from the traditional reception hall that had served to host such similar
