"Sophia dear," Julia said, all smiles.
Sophia beamed, embracing her grandmother, "Grandmere."
Seeing as grandmere was all smiles, Sophia partly assumed she'd seen her and Nicholas waltz last night. That, or she had read the tabloids; she always seemed to know everything.
"Did you have fun at the ball last night, dear?" Julia asked.
"Fun?" Sophia asked, blinking at the sudden, unaccounted question.
"Whatever could you mean, grandmere?" Sophia questioned.
Julia - grandmere to Sophia - chuckled.
"Despite the fact I was kept occupied by those vulgar people that managed to score themselves the title as royal and deem themselves friends of mine," Julia started, her voice bitter.
"It was more than evident that you and Nicholas had an enjoyable time, waltzing at your ball" she said, sounding ecstatic for her granddaughter.
Yet, feeling all this happiness made her oblivious to how this was incredibly unrealistic.
