The Queen's birthday would be held four days from now. For that reason, the community was wrapped in a cocoon of murmurs and hushed conversations about plans, opinions on the festivities, and how the party would ultimately turn out.
Given that many citizens were not entirely pleased with their queen, the atmosphere was thick with speculation and tension. However, I found myself feeling utterly confused, especially with the official letter resting idly in my hand.
It read that the Queen wanted me to give a closing speech on the third and final day of the three-day celebration. Why? What was her aim in involving me in such an essential part of her birthday event?
"What is that? Who wrote you a letter? Noami?" Dianna asked, her voice pulling me away from my swirling thoughts. I shook my head at her question.
"It's from the Queen. She wants me to give the closing speech at her birthday party."
