The poor servant's lips trembled and shook her head with conviction before she uttered 'I'm sorry' and turned to leave. I was left on the bed with the blood of chalice, dumbfounded and with head full of questions.
My heart pounded hard as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The lowly dress is fine, but if I only have any other choice than this disguise, I will not dare resort to this. I sighed and turned to the househelp lying on my bed.
"Sorry, Alora," I said silently.
I had to escape the mansion and go to them Ezera because I promised I would go to the auction. But Father didn't allow me to go. It's an underground auction, different sects and powerful persons will be involved. So I know why he is worried.
I am nervous, too. But I knew it would be impossible for me to be damned if Desmond and my cousin Ezera were there.
