"Gracious goddess!" I pant, clasping my palm over my chest cautiously.

"Mate... Mate... Mate... Why did you leave him Hermione? You shouldn't have left!" Ezli whines unhappily on our return from the royal ball.

"What would you have had me do? Grandmother, Ketura, Glinda and practically everybody that I know are in the palace! What should I have done?!"

"You should have just stayed a little longer with our mate... Besides nobody could have recognized you!" Ezli whines again

"Now that's not a chance I am willing to take. Ketura, Glinda or even grandmother on a closer glance would have recognized me right away... But why do you keep saying...