"Y-You...h-how...I-I" the Princess stuttered out as all sense of reasoning left her body.
"Hi, Princess," Lady Precelle waved with a sheer smile on her lips.
The person standing before her and next to her uncle was the same female who had taken care of her like a second mother.
The female who had taught her all she knew today. The female who had a hand in all her elegance as a high figure in the society.
It was the same Lady Precelle she knew but there was something different about her.
From the luxurious clothes, she put on to the extravagant manner in which she dressed and to the aura she oozed from her look of confidence and beauty.
She didn't look like the same servant who had served them loyally for the past eighteen years. No. She looked more like a Chief Minister's spoilt wife.
That was when the Princess put it all together.
