The convention wasn’t far from shutting its doors for the night. Well-dressed attendees drifted toward the exits, their laughter warm and loose, their breaths touched with alcohol. A few still lingered in the ballroom, unwilling to let the evening end, taking in one last dance with their partners.
For April, the night couldn’t end fast enough.
Being a vendor at one of the biggest fantasy ball conventions had wrecked her sleep schedule, and she could barely keep her eyes open anymore. Her gray...