I laid out a sweater - navy blue, complete with the Trinity Preparatory Academy logo - which was essentially just a glorified emblem with a scarlet cross in the center. My socks, black, stopped just below the knee. Everything had to be perfect. That morning, after showering and ensuring that every last detail was up to par, I woke up Marius and went downstairs for breakfast. The dining room was already empty, my father having left to his morning business ventures; Vivian would sleep until noon. And despite the spread of food that had already been prepared, I couldn't eat and was much too preoccupied thinking about the inevitable reunion that I would have with Will. With Mr. Tennant. I sighed, blowing rings into my coffee. When Marius finally stumbled downstairs, his shirt was unevenly pressed, his tie crooked. I stood and straightened it for him; fixing his collar and giving him a small pat on the shoulder. “Have you given any thought to my wager?”
