Gianna resumed work the next day. She had mapped out how the decorations were to be carried out and had instructed the maids on what they should do. Luther had permitted her to walk around the castle to gain a better view of what should be done. She had woken up early that day in anticipation of the job. Not only would she be able to plan for a ball, but she would also be able to walk around the halls of the castle. Gianna had worn a purple dress that had sequin embroidered on it, and had tied her hair up into a simple hairdo. Luther took one look at her and smiled proudly, causing her to blush. Together they went to his office and immediately started their work.A few hours after mapping out the plan, Gianna went out with the maids to study the castle outline. They walked straight to the ballroom, and Gianna paused in the centre, studying the wide scape of it."My lady, what do you think?" A maid asked, coming from behind her. Gianna turned to look at her and noticed that she was t

Ever since the day Luther noticed how close Gianna was getting to that maid, he instantly became suspicious of her. He secretly placed a piece of his magic on the maid to study her when she was not with Gianna, and it turned out he was right. The girl was planning something devious, and another person was in tandem to her plan. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised by how vile she talked about Gianna, but that didn’t mean he was just going to sit down and ignore it. Her attitude would cost her head, and he would gladly take it away from her.For the other family, he already had an idea who it was. He never paid attention to any of their antics to get him to pay attention to them, so they took it further and focused on Gianna. He could only wonder just what it was they wished to do with her, but that wouldn’t matter in the end. After the ball, he would be stripping them of their elite title. @@@@@The elite servant who had just finished talking with Ana finally arrived at the fr

Luther nodded and waved his hand. Mr. Handal then turned towards Gianna and flashed a charming grin."Good day, my lady," he bowed. "Rumours have it that you are the one who prepared all this. I have to say so for myself, that you are incredibly talented.""Thank you, my Lord." Gianna curtsied. "Forgive my boldness, but may I ask who you are?"Gianna glanced at Luther, and when she saw he made no reaction, she answered."I am Gianna, personal servant to the supreme lord.""Oh," Mr. Handal said, looking intrigued. "That's good then."He turned to face his Majesty. "My Lord, if you are willing, I have a son that is ripe for marriage. I would love it if you can allow them to meet. Who knows if perhaps, something comes out of it."Gianna's eyes widened and she quickly looked towards Luther, nervously twiddling her fingers. The man wants her to get married to his son? Why would he? She was sure most of the elite saw her as the king's slut. Why does he suddenly have an interest in her?Whil

PART THREE800 years later... Presently... Gwendolyn hummed to the lyrics of the songs she had just finished creating. She was to present it to her boss once she reached the office. "Hey, Gwen?" "Yes, mum?" She stopped what she was doing to take a look at her mother. Her mother had just finished bathing and had put on a red silk robe as she let out her ebony waist-length hair to air dry. She walked into the side kitchen and seconds later, sounds of ceramics bowls could be heard. "How is your songwriting going?" She asked from the kitchen. Gwendolyn dropped the notebook she was with on the couch she was currently slouching on and sat up, looking towards where her mother was. "It's okay mum. We have a new singer over at the studio and I was asked to write a song for his first performance. He has the voice but isn't much of a writer." She picked up the book again, opened it, and started humming to the songs she had written. "I just remembered. Another person got fired yesterday."

The days passed by, and finally, the day for the Baron's party arrived. Gwendolyn had been going to the office early and working harder than usual, trying her best to forget about Charles. Since her last meeting with him, he hadn't sent a letter to her or anything. He was serious when he said he really didn't feel anything for her anymore.She had the day off– thanks to her boss– to prepare for the party. The whole day was spent trying to select a gown to wear. Her mother would have helped her, but she had to go to work. After several tries, she finally selected a white long gown that clinched the upper part of her body, enhancing her bosom. She wore a corset to enhance it, and it made her chest seem fuller. The gown flayed down to her ankles, gently showing off her rounded hips. She wore cream sandals and let her black hair down. It was short, reaching just her shoulder. Dragging her hands down her form, she smiled satisfactorily. Then she picked up her bag, looked at herself one fi