Anne was very much used to Zala’s choices of words when they were alone or when she was overly comfortable around someone, so she shouldn’t have been surprised at the way the princess cussed so effortlessly.
“Language, Princess, please?” Anne sighed, her exasperation was evident. Then she asked worriedly, “Is it really that heavy?" Being the one who picked it up and placed it around Zala’s kneck, Anne knew that the necklace was rather weighty. She cast a glance at Zala through the mirror. The teasing grin on the latter’s face had Anne shaking her head.
“It’s heavy, but of course, I’m just exaggerating it.” Zala turned her head to the side and eyed the way the precious jewelry shimmered.
“It’s beautiful.” Anne smiled.
“It is.” Zala was very much into jewelry, clothes, and such. And bei
