"What is going on here?" a lady whispered to another lady curiously. "I do not understand the sudden commotion." — or rather, the abrupt silence and the long pause of the groom from sealing the union.
The lady beside her leaned over and whispered in her ear whilst covering it with her fan. The lady, who was unaware of this unspoken tale of the crown prince's favorite "trophy," widened her eyes, listening to the causerie.
"Oh, good lord," she gasped and covered her gaping mouth. She cast the other lady a knowing look, while the former nodded and placed a finger in front of her lips to warn her a word about it.
Apparently, the face standing in front of the crown prince of the Maganti Empire was someone very familiar. Changing the color of her hair to a dazzling, lush green, she would be 'that' foolish woman.
