Samantha stood there with a smile on her face as she listened to the unending flattery, which at times made her head feel very dizzy.
After all, who was certain that the words were sincere or just mere flattery?
Checking the clock on the wall, she couldn't help but wonder what time that lass Vivian was going to come and bring the lady she had spoken highly of yesterday.
She couldn't be blamed. As someone who was in her fifties, a lot of ailments plagued her, despite her constant investment in her health. Age was something that just came with its own problems.
As a person who had climbed from the bottom of society until she was seated on the throne, her body wasn't as good as what other people might think.
When looking at these young ladies who haven't been conquered by time, she couldn't but feel envy.
However, being youthful wasn't the most important thing that concerned her right now, was her failing health.
