Never mind the thundering horns, Never mind the sparkling chandeliers and the glitter of the candles, never mind the grand entrance of the empress with court ladies and the princesses, never mind the crown prince who took the Saintess's hand, Rivienne and Bridget shot at Millicent. "What?!"
And she quickly pulled them down mustering with all the other nobles in the hall. The trio looked down as the empress talked something that did not reach to their ears at all. "Whatever do you mean Millie?" Bridget whispered as everyone stood straight.
"The countess, my aunt barged into my room asking whether I had an affair with someone called Mystic. And she thinks that I am pregnant because of a corset that did not fit today."
