ARIA
The healer's words echoed in my mind, confirming what I had suspected: everyone else knew about the upcoming ball except for me. I sat in my chamber, staring out the window, my thoughts everywhere. The maid entered, carrying a tray with afternoon tea.
“My lady, tea,” she said.
“Thank you, please just drop it on the table. I'll take it later.”
She did as she was told but said, “Please do take it now, my Lady. It tastes better when it's hot. Cold tea isn't right.”
I smiled at her. “Thank you Beatrix. I'll take it before it gets cold.”
“Very well, My lady,” She said and bowed.
“Beatrix,” I called, halting her footsteps.
She turned around, “Yes, Lady Aree. Is there something you need?”
I took a deep breath, deciding to ask her directly.
"Is there going to be a ball in the palace
