Chapter 22: Off Script
Noel followed Marcus up the stairs from the main dance floor. This lower level was built around a wide, open perimeter, with sturdy mana-glass railings that gave a clear view of the crowd below. Along the edges, elevated just slightly, were private lounge areas—each designed for small groups to enjoy the music without being swallowed by it.
He glanced around as they climbed.
"There's a lot of people with lounges," Noel muttered.
Marcus looked back at him with a grin. "Some people don't like being down in the crowd. They'd rather hang out with friends somewhere quieter. That's what the lounges are for."
'Makes sense. I'd take that too, honestly. Though... changing it up now and then doesn't hurt.'
As they reached the second floor, Noel's eyes drifted across the other lounges.
In one of them, he immediately spotted Elyra von Estermont—Vice President of the Student Council... and, in a way, his partner in crime.
She sat elegantly among a group of well-dressed nobles, drink in hand, smiling at something someone said.
'So she parties too.'
'Not surprised. With how much she's juggling, she deserves a break.'
Still, the thought reminded him—