Chapter 189: The Queen’s invitation
"This letter should be sent to Vesper immediately." She instructed Jubilee, handing over her reply. She had a feeling Cedric was also going to get an earful from her parents. They were going to nag him for being careless; unknown to them, the miscarriage was beyond either of their control.
Rebecca was a hardhead with a fiery spirit. Abrielle’s father always mentioned how similar the mother-daughter duo was, and now she thought about it. Hazel and Abrielle’s personalities were not so different.
"I will send it to the carriers as soon as possible." Jubilee accepted the letter but remained standing at a spot. She was hesitant and a bit nervous, which Abrielle sensed.
Her eyes narrowed on the younger girl, "is there anything else?" She asked Jubilee. Jubilee’s lips parted, but no words left her lips. She drew in a short breath before continuing.
"There is an invitation from the palace. I know you had instructed we should reject all invitations, saying you were still recuperating, but I think you should give this one a second thought." Jubilee explained to the princess.
Abrielle had an idea what event was coming and she felt a headache coming. "Fine, let me have a look at the invitation." She requested. Jubilee immediately handed over a pretty red envelope.
Abrielle recognized the Queen’s seal, it brought back bad memories. She unsealed the envelope to find out it was an invitation to a party she could not reject, unfortunately. Only Cedric could openly disrespect Eleanor and she honestly wished she was him because she didn’t want to attend this party.
It was a party to celebrate Eleanor’s recovery. With a bitter smile, Abrielle wrote another letter, this one being Addressed to Eleanor. She accepted the invitation she dreaded so much.
"Send this to the palace," she gave Jubilee the second letter, which the girl accepted, then excused herself from the room. The door shut after Jubilee left, and Abrielle’s forced smile immediately fell.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" She groaned, she was worried about this party. In the original plot, something bad Happened at the party, which was her fault, but with the way the plot was going, even if she didn’t take action, there was a large possibility that it would still happen, and she might be blamed.
She leaned back, sinking into the cushion-armed chair that had hints of sandalwood and cinnamon. Its scent was similar to his; of course, it was meant to smell like him. After all, this was his study.
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