We were about to reach the main entrance of the Imperial Palace to go home when I saw Beatrice and her attendants. This is bad. I’m pretty tired. I don’t want to clash with her now. I don’t want to talk to her or breathe the same air as her. For some reason seeing her makes my blood boil. I need to avoid facing her. I need to hide.
“Let’s go, Marife!” I said and pulled her on the corner to hide.
“Madam?” She was shocked by my sudden movements.
“Shh..” I said and I saw Beatrice walking near to us.
She’s looking extravagant. It’s a lie if I don’t admit that she is not a beauty. But looking at her right now, I might say that she is overdressed. She’s wearing a blue ball gown and shining jewelries around her thin neck. Is she hosting a party?
Marife and I remained quiet. I think she quic
