Diane’s POV
We left the dining hall and walked out of the mansion. That was when I saw her.
She was clad in a pair of trousers and a shirt, her hair tied in two pigtails with small white ribbons on each.
“What does she think she is?” I scoffed, watching her from a distance as she trailed after another girl. “A little princess?”
“Who are you talking about?” Leon asked, following my gaze.
“The slave that Rebecca stole from us.”
“I told you not to use such words. It’s archaic and barbaric,” Leon countered.
I raised an eyebrow in disgust, turning to look at the man who had just spewed such nonsense. “What happened? Are you acting all civilized now because we’re in a big city?”
Leon cleared his throat, averting his gaze as he looked back toward the direction we had been watching. “You s
