BRIDGETTE 

I couldn't sleep that night. There was a lot to take in, and with the recent attempt on my life, sleep was the last thing on my mind. My bruised arm was already healed and the faint scar that was left in its wake wouldn't stop reminding me that I was so close to being assassinated. 

A knock on my door cut off my reverie so I got up and looked through the glass peephole before opening the door. "Hey," Mirabel said as she hurried into my room with a bag. "Are you ready?" She asked, before sauntering off to the large table in the center of the room...