19 •••18. Thê Bânqûêt part 1•••

A sigh escaped from her bloody red lips. Her heavily make up laden face frowned and her mind regretted for the nth time of coming to the royal banquet. Although she came to the balcony for some fresh air, her body won't stop shaking and her heart won't calm down due to the scene she had just witnessed.

Isleen was seriously choked when the maids upon the Countess' order tightened the corset strings that were beyond Isleen's endurance around her waist. She held onto the wooden decoration of her bed as she bent forward to allow the maids do their job. Even Lana winced at her mistress' misery; those rude strings would surely leave marks on her skin the next day.