Settled on her shoulder, Marianne closed her lids to breathe out the exhaustion making her overthink. While the busy sound of people could be heard as the carriage moved through the streets of the Capital.
The buzz was louder than usual and at a tired sigh of the Lady, Paige, the maid who had stiffened awkwardly at the Lady's actions, after a while told composed the motives behind the noise.
"... Preparations for the Festival are currently being taken care of. Please do not mind it, Miss."
'... I see… Gosh, I don't even want to take a peek if that's the case.' — She inwardly said to the young maid, sighing once again, this time longer since the event also concerned her. — 'I might actually develop stage fright if I get a glimpse of some stage or the square…'
