"Will Wereal be attacked?" asked Gena like a shriek, failing to get an answer. The maids who had been gossiping didn't provide any other meaningful information except their anxiety about telling Mrs. Melisa or Mr. Bertus so that it could be passed on to Duke Kleo.
"Is that possible?" Now Ella bit her lip, darting her eyes in several places, looking for an ambiguous answer. "But who did it?" Just like Gena, she didn't get any meaningful answers either.
Not long after that Lyra came with a cheerful face as if the sun had just risen and shone on her face. Even the twilight couldn't beat her, her beauty, and also the charm of happiness.
