CHAPTER EIGHT

Some things are just meant to be. Selene had come to believe this in her life. Some circumstances, some people, some tears. They were just meant to be. No amount of caution could prevent then but one thing she knew was that it may happen by fate but she would be the judge of whether she would remain in them or not. The halls of the O'alistair manor hummed with activities, many servants hurrying around to set up the usually plain manor. The dull beige drapes were changed to a brighter purple and Selene watched as the already clean floor was scribbled to sparkle. She stood at the far end of the balcony, staring at the maids that worked robotically, no doubt preparing for the arrival of the Harmony Council. The guard beside her was even closer to her tail, no doubt an instruction from the Lord to keep her within arms reach. The cunny man no doubt knew today would be a perfect day for her to slip away. She inwardly smiled at the irony of the situation, she didn't intend leaving in the bus