Lyta was enjoying herself, dressed in a
red and black dress that she had had made for the evening, which covered her wings nicely.
Even though the majority of the delegates spoke English, she was able to manage her way in Russian to the point where she didn't accidentally insult someone.
"Miss me?" she grinned as she made her way back to Misha, slipping her arm in his.
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