Chapter thirty-seven:

AMELIA’s POV Rosette wasn't joking when she said she was going to take us to the North wing, dressed like this. Most of the ladies I knew, liked to be all dolled up whether they were inside their mansions or not. Rosette on the other hand, was of the opinion that it was her mansion, and she could dress whichever way she liked. She said she could even go about naked, she didn't owe anybody anything. She had refused to let go of me since we left the great hall of the palace. She coiled her hands around mine, as we walked together. Her facial, sharp features were deceiving, contrasting with her attitude. She was exactly what I would call the female version of Cassio. Rosette was playful, giggled at my comments, and jumped excitedly when I complimented her. I had initially decided to stay silent, but she made that impossible. On our way to the fourth wing, she told me stories of how parties and balls were tiring to her. She said all she ever wanted to do was to eat, sleep, have fun and, “f