WHEN morning came, Argent was awakened by the knocking on the door. She sat up, she didn't answer whoever it was who was knocking but instead stood up and walked towards the vanity table. The image reflected on the mirror was not her face at all but that of Lady Isabella of Zaragoza – the fiancée of the Conde de la Salvacion. It was a dainty and elegant face with a pair of hazel eyes, straight nose, and natural reddish lips.
She must say, this face was indeed beautiful. But, of course, it still couldn't be on the same level as her sister's. Granted that there were probably only a handful of women in this world could compete with her sister's beauty.
She fixed the black wig she was wearing before walking towards the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open. Outside the door was a young woman in maid's uniform. Behind her were a line of women carrying buckets of water.
