"So, you were indeed planning something," Rosalind snickered.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Victoria leaned back. "It was not me who asked the Emperor to hold the banquet. I told them not to. After all, you are leaving and never coming back. Why would you need a banquet? In the end, Martin convinced me that this is for the best. He told me to at least pretend that I am happy about it. He did not want the Crown to hear about any disagreements on my part."
"So you agreed to play the perfect stepmother," Rosalind said. If she was right, one of the people who was watching her try on some dresses earlier was from the palace. Sadly, she did not know who it was.
"How can I show my hate when people are watching?"
Rosalind frowned and look out of the window.
"I can only hope that the Duke would treat you well," Victoria muttered. "I heard the Duke had a way of… killing his brides. Must be nice to marry a man like that."
Rosalind looked at her.
