The little princess and Luvia looked at each other for a moment. Angelina finally came to her senses as well, put down the newspaper, and stood up. In a gentle, ladylike voice, she asked:
"Excuse me, are you Miss Luvia Annette? Good morning. I came with my sister last night, and the maids and I are staying in the guest rooms downstairs."
The seventeen-year-old little princess wore a blue dress that morning. Though the color did not suit her fiery red hair particularly well, the style was quite nice. The red bow hanging in front of the lace decoration at her chest also made her appear less mature than her actual age.
"Yes, I am Luvia Annette."
Luvia raised an eyebrow. As the little princess examined her travel-worn appearance, she too sized up another princess of the Cavendish family.
"Is Shade home?"
Angelina instinctively looked toward the bedroom, only then remembering the current situation. Though she did not know the exact relationship between Shade and the female Prophet her sister often mentioned, she could tell it was far from ordinary when she saw Luvia open the downstairs door directly.
"Still not up? That really is rare."
With that, Luvia walked straight toward the bedroom. Angelina wanted to stop her, but seeing that the cat on the table did not make a sound, she silently followed.
Luvia dared to push open the door and enter the room, and Little Mia dared to slip in through the crack in the door. But constrained by her sister's authority, the little princess did not dare enter so casually. She could only peek inside from the doorway.
The curtains were tightly shut, and the gas lamp was not lit, leaving the bedroom quite dim.
A wine glass sat on the bedside table. The beautiful red-haired