(The Ballroom.)
The lady of House Moltenore, Maria, was comfortable standing on the fringes of the dance hall, far away from the noisy crowd. She was enjoying a glass of bold and rich red wine while waiting for her companion for the party, who abruptly disappeared. And suddenly, she became aware of two presences, with a foreboding aura, to her left, and she turned to see Lady Claire of Jouvessac. And Lady Nora from House of Belmont. Both had eyed and impaled this witch-descend with a deadly gaze from a safe distance before confronting her.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Claire started the conversation. Her sweet, melodious voice now changed. She was very much not pleased to meet Maria at her best friend's wedding. This witch's appearance annoyed her. "You are not supposed to come. No one INVITED you!" She highlighted the word.
