Arene was rushing through the driveway while holding up her dress so that the hem would not get muddy after being dragged through the paths of the palace, and careful to avoid any patches so as to not ruin her nude suede pumps.

Her mind flashed back to the memory from some minutes ago, when she had rushed out of the bathroom with her hair dripping wet and the massive heart attack her attendants had gotten when she had lunged at the dress she was supposed to wear without drying her hands properly.

She wasn't even supposed to have washed her hair yet, as there was not enough time to...