Mauve was made to sit by Jael. Lords and ladies came by their table to say their congratulations but all Mauve could think about was getting something to either eat or drink, or she might throw up all over the very pretty table. When Mauve saw Mill coming towards them with a drink, Mauve's eyes watered and she almost cried out loud.
"Congratulations, my lady," Mill said as she handed the cup to Mauve.
Mauve gulped it down before she could respond. "Thank you so much, Mill, you have no idea how much I needed that," she whispered, worried that the wrong person might overhear her.
"Don't thank me," she replied with a laugh, "Louis said that you might need it."
"He was right," she whispered, her eyes watering as she recalled the awful taste.
"Are you saying my blood was that bad?" Jael asked, staring at Mauve with accusations in his eyes.
