The curse of the royalty is to maintain one's countenance even if you hit the rock bottom. As it is often said, the show must go on and so did Artemis restrained herself from breaking down and took a final sip of wine from her glass before putting it away.
Making her way through the mob of royals and officials, she scoured down the stairs to look for her daughter, Ariel. She surveyed the ball room quickly within a couple of few minutes and found Ariel talking with Oberon and Tethys.
As if sensing her mother's eyes on her, Ariel turned towards the direction her mother stood and smiled at her. She could tell her mother was not in the mood to listen to any excuses as she stomped with temper but still carrying elegance with every step.
"Mother!" Ariel faked a smile and welcomed her mother, "Are you enjoying the evening?"
With a smile much sweeter than daughter's, Artemis commanded, "Drop the courtesy and step forward I need to have a word with you. . . this instant!"
