Where was her trump card? She should be arriving soon after consoling her brother. Lumielle wanted to click her tongue. Misery loved company and if she had no one to accompany her, then her dramatics would fail. The doors opened and as she placed her hand over her mouth, she couldn't help but feel gratification.
There she was.
"Mielle!" Veronica exclaimed, her eyes widening. She quickly abandoned the man she was walking with. That must have been Dionis. "Why are you so pale? What happened?" She demanded looking around at the other women.
Her eyes were narrowed, begging for the crowd to explain to her. They all shied away. The daughter of a Marquise with a powerful standing in high society, no one wished to fan the flames of her vexation. They knew better and wished to stay away from it. Veronica's brother had also just lost. She was looking for blood.
"It was nothing," Lumielle answered back her words as fragile as stain-glassed windows, "Lady Cosette just made a mistake."
