"Oh my goddess, what are you wearing?" Este rushed toward Mircea, every one could see how badly Este was wincing as she checked out Mircea. She knew wearing Frey's tunic over the chiffon-silk gown wasn't going to make her look gorgeous, but she hadn't expected a wince from Este.
"Clothes. She is wearing decent clothes." Frey deadpanned from beside Mircea. She peeped at him, he was still brooding-she had decided to ignore him all the way to the palace. And thank the saints it had worked when he didn't remark anything sarcastic either.
Mircea didn't interject, as she was feeling a little tired from swimming in the lake for over an hour. Furthermore she had walked a mile to top it. Her stomach was yelling at her, demanding her to fill it. Luck had been on her side when Argus came with the news the supper was being served.
