“Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” Sylvia was seated at the head of the table in the private dining hall the royal family used for breakfast, her tone already severe as Elisa walked in the door. She didn’t rise, merely rolled her eyes at her sister’s disheveled appearance. She looked as though she’d try to drown herself in the wine cellar, which would explain her absence the night prior. “We were all worried about you last night, sister. As far as I’m aware, you didn’t even make an appearance at the ball.”
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