QUEEN stood before her mirror, adjusting the last piece of her gold-studded bracelet. Her satin wine-colored gown hugged her figure with every elegant movement she made, and her hair fell in sleek, soft waves to one side. Her driver was already waiting. She needed to head out soon, to attend a high-profile dinner in the city. It was the first she would be attending in weeks, her first step toward regaining composure after the Oswald chaos.

Just then, her phone lying on the dressing table buzzed. She peeked at it, it was Bianca. She hadn't really spoken with her for days now, except for things pertaining to work, no personal...