Zoya's POV
"What did you say?" I questioned her seriously because it seemed like I didn't hear what she said in the first place.
"It's your wedding gown." She began.
"This morning, the head maid instructed us to move it to your dressing room since you have accepted to wear it but when we got there this morning, it had already burnt to ashes." She explained meticulously, still on her knees and in tears.
"So you are saying someone burnt my wedding gown? What am I supposed to wear? I love that wedding gown so much!" I cried out with a loud voice as I also tried to control my temper. "Who did it?" I asked angrily in a straight voice.
"I… I… we don't know, My Lady." She shook her head.
"Can you explain what's going on here?" I crossed my arms in disgust, staring at the Head Maid.
"I owe you an apology, My Lady, please give me some time to investigate this." The Head Maid suggested, bowing her head.