The maid carefully brushed the Duchess' hair. It cascaded down to her waist, no one could match the beauty of the lady of the Grandis.
Duchess Grandis looked at her face while her attendant narrated her matters for the day. It was another usual schedule for her; attending parties.
Nobles never ran out of things to celebrate.
"Did my daughter leave already?" she asked, her hand touched her cheeks as she huffed out a breath.
"Her Lady is still preparing."
She scoffed and stood. The maid fixed her wrinkled dress, it was a simple outfit but exudes an air of elegance. The wearer would shine in whatever clothing. It was the case for the Duchess.
Duchess Grandis instructed a few things for the butler when her daughter rushed down the stairs as she put her gloves in a haste manner. Cailina carried a wide smile as she seemed to float down. Her elegance matching her mother's, or even surpassing it.
