Rosella was sitting in her room as Myra was drying her hair. After everything was over, she took her much-needed long bath. She still had a lot of questions on her mind. Why did Flora do that? Where lady Grace had been in all these years? How did Edward fake his death and why?
Once Myra was done, Rosella stood up and walked towards the bed. A gown was already laying on her bed. Myra helped her to wear it. It was pale yellow, with red knots on it. She combed her hair and made a half braid, leaving most of her hair untied. Her half-bloomed lotus was hanging around her neck with pride.
“You look beautiful, my lady! No matter what you wear!”, Myra complimented her with a smile. Rosella did not reply. She only smiled back.
She left her room and started to walk towards the study chamber of t
