The grand theater's vibrant red curtains had parted, revealing the stage where the upcoming drama was about to unfold.
The actors stood in readiness, their poised and purposeful demeanor indicating their determination to win. It was a battle of wit and words, and only one would emerge victorious.
Beatrice and Duchess Alicia stood face to face, surrounded by curious nobles whispering and giggling with anticipation.
All eyes were fixated on the two women, who appeared like dolls trapped in a tangled web of red ropes that would determine their fate in society. It was a theatrical showdown, and everyone was eager to witness the unfolding drama
"Oh my dear Beatrice, what happened? You didn't offend Marchioness Margrita, did you?" Duchess Alicia asked with a soft tone, gesturing towards Beatrice with a concerned expression.
Beatrice didn't know what her mother's purpose was, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at her mother's behavior.
