Veronica’s Point of view

When he caught me, he effortlessly shifted his intense look away from me and continued with their business. I was taken aback by what he did. I stroked my face in case I was still wearing a mask, hoping he just did not recognize me, yet...

He just didn't really know me.

He placed the lady at the dinner table. What? Is that what they aim to perform here?

I wanted to leave this room, but I was unable to move anything in my hand. I'm experiencing panic and I'm not sure where it's coming from. What if he has forgotten about me?

A filthy princess...