"Lady Lucille, please!" one of her maids pleaded, struggling to keep up. "We're running out of time. The king's court will begin soon, and—"
"Then stop bringing me ugly dresses!" Lucille interrupted with a huff, her bright green eyes narrowing. "Audrey, how do you always look so perfect? I swear you must have the best maids."
Audrey chuckled, turning slightly to glance at her. "Perhaps if you stopped terrorizing yours, they'd have a chance to do their jobs."
Lucille rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a grin. "You're no fun, Audrey. Where's the drama in that?"
One of the maids finally held up a gown that caught Lucille's attention: a deep emerald green with gold embroidery that shimmered like sunlight on water. "Ah, finally! Something worthy of me," she declared, clapping her hands.
As the maids hurried to help her into the gown, the room became even more chaotic.