Aloria gently laid a staying hand on Clen’s shoulder and peered around the corner to see who was there and to see what kind of entrance to make. There were many people she only half remembered and a few she actually recognized. Her mother was there, so were the rest of her siblings, her father was there too, standing beside her mother. She pulled back and took a deep breath, smoothing the wrinkles in the golden silk gown she wore.
