"Princess Sarah, would you..."
"It's okay," Sarah gave the maiden a half-smile through the rearview mirror. The maiden was about to curl her hair upward, but Sarah preferred it down as he loves running his hand through her poured hair.
Taking a gulp, her gaze fixed on her terrace door that she had left shut, just as she had shut him off. He had not shown up; there was no sign of him, and although this was something she had wanted, she missed him dearly. His laughter had awakened the loneliness in her bones, and his mere presence had spirited her, touching every part of her. Oh, how she missed him.
"The ball," Sarah forced her gaze to rest on the maiden, whose eyes were peering at Sarah, taking notes of her appearance and how well she dressed her. "When does it start?"
Aside from being invited, she knew not the course or her purpose for being invited after having stayed far too long away from mingling with society.
