"What is going on here?"
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!
Lady Tyra.
She walked in like she owned the palace, dressed in a stunning maroon-and-green gown. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the cut of her dress showing off an ample amount of cleavage.
Christy had always worn trousers and shirts; she barely ever touched a dress. This was how breathtaking she would look if she actually tried.
No! Stop thinking.
The phone remained in Martha's hand. Although the maids had all bowed, my pink pouch sat in plain sight. If I didn't grab it now, Tyra would see it.
I bit my lip and hurried toward the young maid, but then..
"Stop right there."
She pointed at me. I closed my eyes.
Seriously, why did fate have to... of all the maidens, why must it be me?
I turned but kept my head low. The last thing I wanted was to be her scapegoat; I could still feel the biting cold from the night she almost murdered me.
"Tell me. What is going on here?"
"Well... I..."
"And what is that noise?"
