C47 Twisted Distraction

Athena’s P.O.V.

“How’s the plan, Helena?” Daddy asked me as soon as I sat next to him in front of our long dining table.

Mouth-watering foods and spectacular decorations were prepared for my birthday, but those would no longer matter to me anymore now that the atmosphere had begun to change. It looked like a thick and black mist was starting to cover the whole place