It was just recently that Lucien found out that there were 16 months in a year.
'What? What the freaking month is going on? 16 months? Are you kidding me?' She had never given a thought about the year until she heard the maids talking about it. Asking them would only make her look suspicious, therefore, she rampages this year's calendar she could find or anything relating to this long 16 months. 'Who the heck made the calendar?'
"My lady, they are here." Rosetta interrupts. Lucien was in deep thought by her chamber.
"Let them come in." She had almost forgotten that all the gowns, jewelry, and everything will be provided by the emperor for his birthday. The designers and every known artisan were sent to all the consorts to let them have their own choice of dress and everything.
