More Rumors...
Baffled, they gazed at Gina, struggling to comprehend her revelation. Their confused eyes met one another's before collectively refocusing on Gina, their curiosity piqued.
Gina could already hear the murmur of whispers emanating from the back of the crowd, but her unwavering smile remained intact. It remained firmly planted on her face as she once again surveyed the maids, a countenance brimming with anticipation, eager to share her trove of information.
"Please... I implore you, do not speak of this to anyone else," she pleaded, scanning her surroundings. "Come closer," she whispered.
More than half of the kitchen crowd obediently inched closer to Gina.
"Well, you all know I clean Prince Damian's sheets every morning, right? Yesterday, I stumbled upon a trunk filled with women's clothing!" She gasped, her own words eliciting gasps from those around her. They exchanged incredulous looks, their hands instinctively flying to cover their mouths.
"Oh my!"