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Lady Arabella Westmont Berrick arrives at the imperial palace at half past noon. She is dressed smart, but subdued. A muted gray skirt with a starched white blouse, and only a yellow brooch at her neck. It reminds me of Ms. Laroche, which feels wrong for a young woman in the zenith of her youth.
It feels weird to observe Lady Westmont. Physically, she is far older than me at her 21 years compared to my 8. But on the inside, I'm only a year away from a very jaded 30 years of age. She brings one assistant who carries a briefcase, her eyes shining as she takes in the finery of the central palace. But even the light in her eyes cannot wipe away the sadness that hides deep within them. The poor girl's marriage must be taking its toll on her.
