It was a sunny afternoon; she was enjoying the time with her friends. They were all around her household talking things regarding their prince charming. The ladies she spoke to were enough to be her friends. They laughed, cheered, and smiled at each other. The scenario felt nostalgic to a ten-year-old Maria. Her hair and eyes were speaking like no other.
She was one of the gorgeous ladies within the empire, and there was no one like her appearance and attitude. She was the lovely lady of the count's household
Throughout the day, her friends talked about meeting their prince charming. With the hidden desire to meet one because of the fairytale books that had been passed onto them by their nannies
"Someday, I'll meet my prince charming just like a hidden person. He is in plain clothes, but he looks elegant like a prince."
"Well, you're right, Dalia, there's no need to know that he's a prince in the title. Just a princely person is enough"
