Judge had somehow reverted to his four-year-old self— tiny, adorable, and far too smug for someone with chubby cheeks. At the moment, he was perched on Melissa's back like an overripe sack of potatoes.
Why? Because Eleyn, his ever-watchful mother, had delivered her latest decree: "Don't even think about stepping outside until after Amber's entrance ceremony!" The event was scheduled for the second of January, which was practically tomorrow in December time, and Eleyn was determined to keep everything on track.
The ceremony itself wasn't on the first of January for a very practical reason. You see, the first was an international day of collective hangovers and questionable life choices. After all, most students— Judge's peers included— would party their tiny hearts out on New Year's Eve, pass out somewhere around dawn, and wake up looking like undead goblins.
