Chapter 11 - A Dinner with a Prince

"You look stunning, my lady!" Genevieve said in a sing-song voice as she stepped back from doing my hair and looking at me through the giant vanity mirror.

I looked at myself, and while I have never been one to be vain, I admit that I do look beautiful tonight, all thanks to my ladies-in-waiting, and I tell them that.

"Oh, such nonsense, my lady. You're already beautiful as you are. The guards and the staff have been talking about it, you know, how the Prince–" she was saying in a sort of conspiratorial tone.

"Shush, Genevieve. We do not speak to my lady about rumors," Agatha interjected, giving her a very stern look.

"Talk about what?" I chuckled. Genevieve is very talented with doing hair and makeup, but she does tend to have that airiness to her.

"Nothing, my lady. Just palace gossip," Agatha said, eyeing Genevieve carefully, who was trying not to laugh and blushing so hard. She looked at Maia, who ducked her head, trying hard not to laugh.

I will definitely have to ask them about