As the carriage rolled along the cobblestone streets, the atmosphere inside grew increasingly tense. The rhythmic sound of hooves echoed against the walls, adding to the palpable tension that hung in the air.
Crown Princess Margaret's expression darkened at Olivia's words, her temper simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano on the verge of eruption. She shot a piercing glare at Olivia, her eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity.
"Lady Olivia, are you suggesting that Lady Rose's debut would be inappropriate for such an occasion?" Margaret's voice was laced with thinly veiled anger, each word dripping with disdain.
Olivia remained composed, her demeanor unwavering in the face of Margaret's ire. "Your Highness, I merely wish to ensure that the significance of the grand ball is not overshadowed by other events," she replied diplomatically, her voice calm and measured.
