“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” Lucy snapped back sharply, utterly incensed that anybody would dare attempt to push forth such a blatant falsehood. No doubt it was social climbing or wilful misunderstanding of a small occasion that Lucy had forgotten such was its insignificance. And yet…

Her head ached. The room had been pleasantly warm before but not it felt hot as hellfire, her corset too tight for even her thin bones and Lucy struggled in her attempts to take a breath to calm herself: it was getting worse, the rest of the room seeming to go silent and close in although distantly she was aware that nothing had changed around her.

“I feel…” Her mouth was bone dry. When had she last drank something? Water or champagne or anything at all? “You’re…erm…no, don’t tell me… Ursa!” She tried to smile, sure she was right. “Like the star.”

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I will never change this MJ set