"Lady Madeline, would you like to try this wine?" asked the voice of a lady who stood next to her, holding a glass of wine in her hand.
"No, I am fine, thank you for asking," replied Madeline, her eyes looked at the blue liquid which had left some memories of the ride in the carriage with Calhoun. It was best not to drink anything that was not supervised by Calhoun, but he wasn't here in this room.
Madeline wondered where he was.
"You don't speak much do you, milady?" asked Lady Euphemia, "If you are going to take the Queen's position, you should start mingling more so that you would be able to form relationship else people are going to think that you are a mum doll," Madeline detected the envy in her voice.
"I believe everyone is familiar with the fact that it is not the queen who goes to people but the people who come to her," said Madeline, a constant smile on her lips that had started to ache her cheeks now.
