The day of the tea party has finally come. Liera sat by the window, her temple resting against the cool glass. Across from her, Marien was all over the place, fussing with her sleeves and checking her reflection in that tiny jeweled mirror for what felt like the twentieth time.since they had left the Vernhardt gates.
"I truly outdid myself with this shade of blush, didn't I, Liera?" Marien preened, tilting her head to ensure the light hit the diamond teardrops hanging from her ears.
Liera didn't even turn her head. She just let out a long, weary sigh that bordered on a groan. "It's a tea party, Marien. Not a coronation. You're supposed to be a guest, not the centerpiece."
