Writing through writer's block...go!
Miist, of course, couldn’t keep it a secret why she was going to be spending all weekend out of the apartment, so she told Nathaniel and Eliot. Kara knew that Glacia would absolutely die with joy if Sahm could be there, so she got in touch with her friends in the Free Provinces. Ellena told Snow, who proceeded to tell Peter and everyone else she knew (except Glacia, thank the tides). Kirous was, at them time, dating someone who worked across the market from a great baker, so he was told and, in the process, so was the entire market. It didn’t take long for Baez to find out about everything either, as Kara and Miist were awful at being subtle.
So by the time it came down to the morning before the party, almost every single person on the entire planet knew about Glacia’s surprise party. Except, by some miracle, Glacia.
Kara heaved a sigh as she sat down on the large couch in Glacia’s living room.
“I can’t believe we’re going to pull this off,” Miist said from the kitchen.
“Nahli Kara!” came a small voice from the back of the house.
I just sat down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ellena, go see what Baez needs, please?”
Ellena, who was reclined in a rocking chair with her feet propped up on the window sill, rose an eyebrow. “Nobody pays me to do that crap.”
“No one pays me either.”
She rolled her eyes. When Kara had first become a live-in nanny, of sorts, Ellena had listened to her fairly well, or, as well as she listened to anyone. Now she was a teenager and perpetually angry at tides-knew-what. But Kara was kidding herself if she thought that Ellena was ever going to get up and help with Baez. With a sigh, she stood up as the small voice called her name again.