Chapter Two Hundred-Seven – Impression
Laurel watched as those three strolled into the hall like victors of an intense battle. She had to eye roll.
She should have known. Calling anything a ceremony would strike a 'who'd look best' event. She smiled.
At least, the Delta would know what kind of goofballs he'd be dealing with. Even the Beta had taken it seriously.
A maid was running in behind the three and had to stop to look at the attires. "Um… Princess! The guests are here!"
Three seats were taken immediately.
The two maidens with the Beta stood at either side of his seat. Laurel exhaled.
Even the young boy had more taste than she did. Well, since she became Princess, she had dressed better everyday so she looked alright.
"Let them in, please!"
The maid bowed and ran back.
Zeldris sat on a chair at the left of Laurel, the Beta was at her right and he wanted to avoid the menace.
