The words Faustina muttered were hints. At least, she was thinking of it being a hint. A silver necklace, and the 'snow' of the brooch. She found herself occupying a seat parallel to a large window that had a spectacular view below—it was the capital itself, jam-packed with the smiles of people dancing and cheering. There was a harmonious party just outside the noble's banquet.
"Lady Faustina," a voice called upon her, making her turn her head back to the source. It was the waiter, holding a cup of coffee in a silver platter. "I hope this will suit to your liking."
And as he placed the coffee on the table, his blank gaze met Faustina's observing one, and then left.
Faustina's gaze was fixated on the black coffee and then decided to drink it rather than sigh in exasperation. Where would she find the 'lead'? At this rate, Maddie will find her and she won't be able to complete the task.
