The tea was really refreshing, or was it the thought of the money Abrielle was diverting off? The dear princess didn't know which, but she was in a pleasant mood either way.
She placed her cup on the table and then picked up one of her pastries for a bite while casually waiting for the sales representative to come back.
Evelyn was more puzzled and sensed something truly fishy about this but was not in the place to question Abrielle. She did hear about a couple of noble ladies who find pleasure in spending recklessly on clothes and jewellery; the list goes on. They sold the lie that it was made by a world-class artisan.
What did she expect? After all, Abrielle was infamously known to be spoilt by her parents as the only child.
Time drew and Abrielle was getting bored wondering how long it was going to take for the amount to be calculated. She started humming an old song to help with the boredom.