Flashback ( PDFDrive )

THIRTY-FIVE
FITZ MEANT HIS WINNOWING GALAS—BUT he didn’t say that.
Still . . .
Not saying it didn’t make it any less true.
He’d already registered for the match.
He’d already turned in his match packet.
And even though he’d talked about waiting longer than usual to
pick up his first list, sooner or later he would do it. And if Sophie
hadn’t registered . . .
“I just made things awkward, didn’t I?” Fitz asked, his eyes fixed
firmly on his boots.
Sophie tried to clear the squeak out of her voice. “Of course not. It’s
not like it’s a secret. Obviously you’re going to have Winnowing Galas
someday.”
She just so wasn’t ready to think about it.
But he’d said “a couple of years,” so . . . there was that.
She glanced over her shoulder, hoping to find a bodyguard who
could help her change the subject. But Tarina must’ve been waiting
outside, and the others still hadn’t caught up with them.
Honestly, what was the point of having five bodyguards if they
weren’t around to save her from another miserable matchmaking
conversation?