Chapter 333: Roland’s poems grow.
Roland could picture all the scandalized guests at that ball.
"I am sure that no mother will allow her daughter stay back for such a ball. You can relax my dear, there will be no scandal at your debutante ball." He assured her.
Sigrid groaned. "Now you have jinxed it. Saying there will be no scandal at a ball is the same as saying, what’s the worst that could happen. When someone says something like that, something bad always happens. Don’t you watch horror movies?"
"Horror movies.." he repeated after her with a questioning tone.
His confusion got her thinking that maybe she needed to do what she had done with the script of the rise of Lady Blanche. Pay a visit to a few writers in their dreams and give them horror movie inspired dreams like Dracula, Underworld, Wrong turn, final destination...that kind of thing.
But for now, she decided to simply change the subject. "I have been thinking about your suggestion and I am reconsidering it. A desert themed ball could be a wonderful idea. Some of us don’t have any vested interests in the matches of the night.
If my face was needed to be seen, I would not even show up. So, the least I can do is make things comfortable for myself."
She thought it was a splendid idea and she planned to share it with Mrs. Elsworth and her brothers. With the help of mages, she could pull it off in the little time she had left.
"Whatever you say dear. I will be there to hold your glass, plate and dance with you when the music sweeps you off your feet." He told her.