IMELDA'S POV

I paced about my room worriedly. Who the hell organizes a ball to break women.

"The royals," Arla replied boredly. She didn't even look the least bothered about the ball.

"How are you not even bothered?" I screeched, scattering my hair.

"Because I don't think this is the first time I'm hearing about this."

"Uh, what do you mean?" I frowned, confused. I was certain this was the first time I was hearing this from the girls and so far, I haven't heard it from anyone else. So where else could Arla have heard it from?

"I can't really remember, it feels like a part of my memory...