She was nervous.
Yvonne twisted the rings on her fingers as she waited for her entrance into the Reception Room. Stace- her dearest maid- who was both blunt and informal in her manner of speaking, stood right besind her, adjusting the removable tulle sleeves on her shoulders.
"It was daft of us to add on sleeves when the dress was gorgeous as is," Stace muttered irritably as she struggled to straighten out a pointed wrinkle. "And why? Because you felt cold?"
Yvonne sighed. "If you were a human, you'd feel how chilly the weather has gotten lately."
Stace smirked. "Too bad I'm not human. I've never felt cold in my life!"
Yvonne chuckled. She knew Stace was just trying to calm her down before she was called in.Was it so obvious that she was practically trembling with nerves? Or was it just because of the cold.
