Chapter 6
Amelia entered the room of Amelia Cosgrove. The room was plain, containing no form of luxury as should be expected from the first daughter of the Cosgrove family.
Amelia sighed.
She needed a warm bath at least to relax her mind.
The scene that had just unfolded was both amusing and exhausting. When she was still Amelia Volemont, she had experienced theatrics far worse displayed by noble ladies when they attempted to smear her name. But she had been Amelia Volemont, and she had never let them succeed. Instead, she had trampled on all of them, even causing some to be evicted from high society.
But now, she was no longer Amelia Volemont. She was an unfavored daughter with no power or influence. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't deal with Lilac. Hers was just child's play.
After taking her bath, Amelia dried her hair, looking at it with amazement. Her blonde hair had pink-tinted tips.
She had never seen such colorful hair before, and she kind of liked it.
Instinctively, Amelia looked around for the dressing room, then suddenly remembered that Amelia Cosgrove didn't have one, only a simple wardrobe.
"I'll have to get used to this," she muttered under her breath. She opened the wardrobe, revealing quite a small collection of clothing.