"Please come I--"
The door flung open and Raquel rushed in, her voice almost inaudible with heavy breathing.
"My Lady, I brought you this really--," Belladonna turned to her at that time and Raquel stopped abruptly, " you are dressed." She stated flatly.
Belladonna nodded with a smile, twirling around, giving her a full view of her long sleeves, V-neck and flare ankle-lenght gown.
She didn't even know why she had done that but she was feeling a little giddy tonight. What was wrong with her?
"A blue gown?" She asked, her face scrunched up, her voice flat, absolutely questioning and low with confusion.
That was when Belladonna observed the gown she had in her hand that was still hanging in the air.
She flinched internally seeing that, despite how beautiful the gown was, it was the usual color Raquel always suggested once again.
Red.
By Ignas, no! Not again.
"Yes, it matches with my eyes."
"Oh, my Lady."
