The next day came by quickly.
And thanks to the promise she made the Duchess, she was allowed to leave her room. Her eyes glanced around until they found the magnolia flower that was dry as it had been so long since the moment that he got it for her. Despite being dry and dull, she didn't dare to throw away because it held a special memory. She stood up and gently grabbed it, placing it in a pouch. She changed her clothes to the simplistic thing she owned among her things, which was an unadorned, pale yellow dress that was lighter than her hair. The pouch containing the dried flower was still in her grip, her unwilling to let it go.
The moment she stepped out of the room, she noticed servants whispering as they stared at her. She ignored them and continued to walk until she saw Libby. Before she could utter a word to the servant, Libby looked at her with fear and sneaked off quickly.
