MILA
Lady Isabella was on her feet and at the front of the crowd instantly. Her face was filled with spite and hatred, she waved her fan around for emphasis as she talked.
Talked was too mild a verb. Yelled would probably be more accurate to what Isabella was doing.
“That kitchen wench has video proof of this girl being a thief, Felix!” she exclaimed. “Do not be deceived by her! She clearly has some sort of power over you!”
“The video only shows her returning my property, first of all,” Felix said. “There is not any actual proof of her stealing anything–which there wouldn’t be, since I gave her the necklace.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Felix?” For a second, it looked like Isabella was going to smack the Prince with her fan. He dodged out of the way of her flailing arms. “Why?
