Glimmerglass [antikvár]

prologueThe absolute last straw was when my mom showed up at my recital drunk. I don't mean tipsyI mean staggering, slurring, everyone-knows drunk. And as if that wasn't bad enough, she was late, too, so that when she pushed through the doors and practically fell into a metal folding chair at the back, everyone turned to glare at her for interrupting the performance.Standing in the wings, I wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment. Ms. Morris, my voice teacher, was the only one in the room who realized the person causing the disruption was my mother. I'd very carefully avoided any contact between my mom and the students of this schoolmy newest one, and the one I hoped to graduate from if we could manage two full years in the same location just this once.When it was my turn to perform, Ms. Morris gave me a sympathetic look before she put her hands on the piano. My face felt hot with embarrassment, and my throat was so tight I worried my voice would crack the moment I opened my mouth.My voice is naturally prettya result of my ultra-secret, hush-hush Fae heritage. Truthfully, I didn't need the voice