Regina had agreed to go out with him, but now she had some second thoughts. She didn't know why, maybe because that man treated women like disposable objects. And she could sense this too, not only because the Prince had told her so.
Nevertheless, she had already agreed and tried to calm herself. 'It's only an ice cream... how hard can it be? A quick taste and then we'll go back. Very easy. But what should I wear? What do I have that's decent in my closet?'
The red dress popped into her head.
No, it was too elegant, that wouldn't work either. Plus, she didn't have any decent shoes to match… never mind, she would wear whatever she had, hoping he would go out in casual clothes.
In the afternoon, before the service in the kitchen, she was approached by a small group of girls, among them w
