Emilia hid inside the small closet watching the few women leave the cellar. She recognised the make-up artists who would usually be tasked with dressing her up for formal occasions.
Unaware of someone else's presence around them, they were chattering among themselves," Why is the princess insisting on having a wedding rehearsal? And she is so drunk."
The other person nodded and continued," I expected Princess Amelia to be like Princess Emilia but the two are very different. Princess Emilia is indeed a true princess in the way she carries herself."
"Oh. Where did the guards disappear?"
"Have you seen the princess' state? What do you think she is going to do? Fly out of here?"
