When Lucinda caught a glimpse of the golden-blonde-haired maiden, she had changed her outfit into a simple, more comfortable, off-white gown. The young woman was taking a leisurely stroll with Lucy when Lucinda suddenly approached her line of sight. With a benign smile, they exchanged greetings.
"I'm… leaving?!" Samantha's pupils dilated when Lucinda dropped the unanticipated bomb, and she had not prepared herself to make this night journey to Aragon at all. Today had been an eventful day for her– quite hectic, but she never predicted the idea that one of these ceremonial traditions involved keeping her away from Ivan until the wedding day. She never saw this particular one coming, and for a few minutes, she remained utterly dazed until her eyes blinked.
"Is it impossible to schedule our leave till tomorrow?"
