Damn it.
Holding back an unladylike exclamation, Arabella stopped to hastily pluck the crepe hem of her pink dress from the sole it had become entangled in.
It hadn't ripped she noticed once she'd freed the fabric but she wouldn't have cared anyway, Arabella was too annoyed to care about her stupid dress.
Ah but she would have found her.
Celestia couldn't keep escaping her forever.
The ceremony would begin in less than two hours and her sister had to go back to the castle to get ready.
She had gone out by mail, to be able to intercept her when she arrived.
Despite the wind and stiff air that made her shiver violently.
The dress Arabella had chosen for the evening, in powder-colored crepe with a high neck, left her arms and part of her back uncovered, while highlighting her curves a
