Source: https://pixabay.com/images/id-2354583/ ”You think he’s gonna show?” Jose yelled in Charlotte’s ear. ”Oh, he’ll show,” Charlotte stood on her toes, straining to see above the crowd. One hundred conversations overlapped each other in the Gold City Hall, bouncing off the walls until the vowels and consonants became a single roar. ”You would think a mistress would at least get a better seat,” she complained to herself. ”What?” Jose leaned into her, his elbow poking her ribs. ”I said, ’You would think they’d have brought in extra seats!’” ”Yeah, but no one cares about some nobody Healers! Look!” Jose pointed. A woman with coiffed blonde attired in a navy pants suit strode into the front row. ”Janice,” Charlotte thought, ”She sleeps in a separate room.” Behind Janice was a young man in a Mage school uniform, his hair cut with military precision. ”Ugh.” Seeing the mayor’s son, Orville was always jarring to Charlotte. He was in the same year in school
