Cynthia's POV
Bad luck.
The thought kept running through my mind as I returned to my room. I didn't realize that my only chance to go out had been wasted. I hadn't even gone elsewhere. If I had to go back now, I could only recall from the girls standing in the shop how they dressed, and Winnie was the one who impressed me most.
The fact that she handed me the invitation made me so surprised that I didn't even know her, nor did I know what her reason for inviting me was. Now that the invitation was still in Arther's hands, and I was confused as to how to turn it down.
I didn't even know where the letter was going to be sent, and Arther seemed to mean it as if he really wanted me to go to the tea party. But I didn't even know Winnie, and I wasn't familiar with most of the noble maidens a
