Pippa sniffed and snuffled. Her anger had subsided into tears. After a few moments of outrage, it finally dawned on her that her beautiful face, her lovely face was burnt.
"That wretched woman will pay, she will pay." Pippa cried in pain. A white cloth dipped in ice cold water had been spread over her face in an attempt to cool down the burns.
"Oh, Lady Pippa, tonight was simply a disaster." One of the ladies still present said. Almost half of her guests had left after her agony and the few that remained only did so out of respect for her family name.
"I must be going now, my father will be waiting for me." The lady said patting her on her back.
"I will check on you soon, please recover well." The lady said before taking her leave and the rest followed after her.
The entire hall was now empty and left in a complete mess.
"How are you feeling now my lady?" the maid walked in and asked.
