Katherine took a deep breath as she stepped onto the stage. The applause for Princess Laura was just dying down, and the warmth of the lights overhead made her very aware of every gaze fixed on her. She wasn't nervous—at least, that's what she kept telling herself. After all, she had prepared for this moment.
As Katherine walked to the center of the stage, she heard whispers from the crowd. People were murmuring about her red hair and green eyes, like it was something rare. She realized she hadn't seen anyone else with her features here. The comments made her a little uneasy, but she chose to ignore them.
"Lady Katherine of House Sylvaine," the announcer called, "will present a demonstration of... hmm?" He squinted at the paper in his hand. "Butterfly juice?"
