Miss Galina was indeed as busy as Shard thought. Even if Angelina wanted to see her, she had to wait at the office door for a full 30 minutes. But there was no other way, because the people talking to her great-aunt were her father, Larus III, and the Minister of Health and Social Security, the Earl of Hunterlier.
The Little Princess, holding a silver cat, sat on the bench in the corridor, swinging her legs under her skirt, enjoying the sunshine streaming through the opposite window and basking in this peaceful afternoon. Servants bustled about, and the attendant officers, carrying files, were weaving in and out of the office buildings of the Royal Palace.
Everyone greeted Angelina, and Angelina Cavendish was not impatient about such waiting; instead, she hoped the waiting time would be longer. On this unexpected Wednesday, she received what she considered the best gift.
