A dangerous game

 "I need to apologize," Abrielle replied to Alfonso, causing him to arch his brow at her. "But won't that mean to accept the fact that it was not an accident?" Alfonso could not understand her reasoning. 

 "Aside from you, is there anyone that believes that wasn't the case?" Abrielle asked, she was infamous in the Kingdom. Even if she had never been to the capital, everyone knew of the spoilt, talentless daughter of the Vesper duchy. Abrielle Nightshade would never condone someone else wearing the same dress as her. 

 "So let me guess, you will walk up to them to apologize." Alfonso scoffed; the more she heard him bicker, the more annoying it sounded in her ear. She had no plans of doing that; she would just wait for the dance to end, and then she would politely apologize to Callista.