December 28th, 1889 - Christmas at Sea

This party was agony to still be in attendance of. Melody had thrown up twice since her conversation with Mr. Delaney, and the candies he'd given her were being rendered utterly useless. Supposedly, there was thirty minutes left until the first portkey became available. Even if she had to push people overboard, Melody would be the first to take it.

The glass of champagne in her hand was still virtually untouched. Thirty more minutes. That was just a handful of songs. Melody could make it that long.

Or, at least she thought she could. The green hue to her skin said otherwise...

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