After that night, Yvonne and I had little contact.
We only saw each other during breakfast, in the gardens, or came across each other in the corridors. Other than that, both of us were busy in our own preparations for the ceremony.
Because she had arrived here so close to the Ceremony, Yvonne had a lot to catch up on. So we had no choice but to stay out of each other's ways.
That night after she had confessed that she wanted to ensure my survival, she'd told me all about her plan.
"What if we send in a decoy?" she had said, her eyes glittering with excitement. "What if you don't ever show up at the ceremony, and in your stead we send in a decoy? Someone who could easily pass off as you if not looked at too closely."
"B-but," I said, "won't the attendees notice the difference?"
