Selena's eyes widened in horror as she observed the Crown Prince Kazmun and Alyssane dance in a close, intimate embrace. The scene unfolding before her was disconcerting. Her complexion paled visibly, the color draining from her face as she exchanged a frantic glance with Janett, who was currently dancing with a lord at the far end of the ballroom.
Janett's keen eyes noticed Selena's distress. She offered a polite but hurried farewell to her partner and maneuvered through the crowd to join Selena, who had retreated to a quieter corner of the room. Selena's nervous energy was palpable as she approached her.
Selena, her voice trembling, whispered urgently, "It's not right."
Janett, sensing the gravity of the situation, tried to maintain a composed demeanor. "Don't worry," she murmured back, her voice low enough that only Selena could hear. "We can simply use the potion again when the Nymerian prince is around."
