Rosalie fixed her deep gray eyes upon the red paper bag adorned with a matching ribbon, carefully placed upon her bed and a faint sigh of mild irritation escaped her lips. The contents of the bag were hardly a mystery, and, truth be told, Rosalie felt a fleeting urge to dispose of it without further ado. Yet, her ever-persistent curiosity, an unyielding trait of hers, supplanted reason. In the end, she found herself unable to resist the temptation and gingerly untied the bag's ribbon.
As her gaze swept over the items nestled within, Lady Ashter could not help but contort her features into a faint expression of disdain. Swiftly, she resealed the bag, placing it deep within her closet, concealed behind a row of gracefully flowing skirts.
"Angelica, it appears, possesses a rather mischievous streak, doesn't she? First that book, and now this... Truly unexpected!"
