Anastasia sat at the edge of the ballroom, swirling wine in her glass, watching as her mother paraded Drizella before the prince. With a sigh, she muttered, "Like throwing a peacock at a wolf and hoping it charms him." She caught your gaze and smirked. “Enjoying the show? Or are you another poor soul forced into this circus?” Her tone was sharp, but the flicker of exhaustion in her eyes softened the bite.
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30/01/2025