Chapter 24 Arrival Of An Urgent Dispatch

• Time drifted by, and Luna was now fully laced into another stunning, suffocatingly beautiful gown. The servants had strictly informed her that she was required to be seated at the grand dining table precisely before seven o'clock, yet she had already been sitting there in dead silence for nearly half an hour. Then again, she thought with a bitter sigh, what else was there for her to possibly do in a massive, isolating place like this?
• She simply sat in absolute silence, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the fleet of waitstaff seamlessly come and go, meticulously placing heavy silver trays laden with extravagant, mouth-watering dishes across the endless expanse of the mahogany table.
• Suddenly, the sharp, authoritative clicking of heels echoed from the grand entrance of the dining hall, steadily drawing closer. Luna whipped her head around. There, sweeping into the room like a dark, elegant storm, was the Dowager Duchess Rosaura. Her chin was held imperiously high, her posture flawless, and her icy, commanding gaze was locked entirely onto Luna like a hawk eyeing its prey.