"We can go home right now if you want, Millie, you're really white," muttered Raphael.
Milena couldn't refute him; she was feeling mentally and physically exhausted. Despite the gorgeous scene of a ballroom around her, young people having fun, music in the air and dresses flying, all she dreamed about was her quiet bedroom back at the manor.
"Yes, call our coach, please. I'm really tired, and my back is killing me."
"Can you stay alone for a second?"
"I'll be fine..."
"I'm here," exclaimed Chartiana, stepping out of the crowd to appear by her side. "I'll stay with Lady Milena until you come back, Sir De Crescent."
"Thank you," nodded Raphael.
Her brother melted into the crowd to find someone to call their coach for them. Chartiana turned to Milena, offering her arm to the Princ
