As the carriages rolled through the grand gates, they turned into the Royal Yard. The midday sun lit the fountains so they sparkled, and the gardens bloomed in brilliant colors. The mansion ahead gleamed, its white stone walls glowing in the light, banners fluttering proudly above.
"Wow, it's really pretty," Celia said, her face pressed against the carriage window.
"Yes, it is," Linda agreed.
Nolan sat quietly, his eyes on the scenery, though a weight sat in his chest. He didn't feel as good as the others.
At last, the carriages came to a halt. One by one, the butlers stepped down and opened the doors for the contestants. Among them was Lyra, still disguised as a butler. She bowed politely as she opened Nolan's door.
"Hope you enjoyed the ride," she said—by mistake, using her real voice.
Nolan froze. "Wait… that voice… why does it sound so familiar?"
