An mini party had been organized in a rush by the servants of the Hall estate as the circus troupe we arrived with was guided to the terrace garden. Seats and tables were laid out unlike the last time I was here and special treatment was given to the princesses, a prince, and the two teachers we were with.
The two children of Fonias and Mr. Trapped in a Box were also given a special treatment, but with more caution than welcome.
Ah, speaking of welcomes.
"This is the first time I have met these two," I spoke to Vienna.
Vienna looked away in embarrassment, a soft sigh leaving her lips. "I don't know how to apologize. They are both your mothers yet…"
"No, no, you don't have to. I can understand trauma, they are victims too."
When my gaze met with the two hosts of this make-shift tea party, both the ladies of the Hall fiefdom flinched and looked away. It was so funny to see that I wanted to keep making eye contact.
