Garden, Citadel.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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The gift Lydia had brought for Sandra was one of her finest piece made, Sandra's reaction, however, was far from warm.
Because with a haughty air, she had accepted the gift, barely acknowledging Lydia's efforts which justifies why Lydia would ask if she didn't like it.
"Oh, no, no, my dear. It's just... not quite to my taste." Her eyes flicked over the wrapping with barely concealed disdain, and she made a dismissive gesture as if the gift was beneath her notice.
"I see. Perhaps I misunderstood. I shall take note for the future." Lydia replied softly.
"Yes, that would be wise. One must always be discerning in matters of taste." Sandra added making Lydia bite her lip.
Lydia's heart sank at the lack of appreciation, but she maintained her composure, masking her disappointment with a polite nod. "Of course, Queen Mother. I shall strive to do better." she announced.
