Shrugging, Cassandra ignored everyone's gaze including her cousin's. She approached the long rectangular table where the pastries were delicately placed with candle lights and peach ribbons. As to why they were using candles in the morning, she had no clue.
And she cared the least.
She could feel everyone's gaze around her, scrutinizing her pajamas that deeply contrasted their tailored dresses. Again, she didn't care. What she cared about was… the coffee.
"Where's the coffee?" she asked Almera whose eyes were already red. Was she about to cry?
"I thought… I thought you didn't like coffee so I only included tea."
She nodded. "Of course. You love tea." She turned once she finished talking and grabbed a couple of Croque Monsieur before going toward the kitchen.
The absence of coffee was really making her grumpy.
"Where are you going, Lady Cassandra?"
Cassandra turned toward the speaker. It was a woman with long brown hair that reminded Cassandra of her own long hair.
