Already here

Ohara sighed. She was wearied from all the needless patterns, designs and styles of tablecloths she had been forced to see and choose from. At this point she was convinced that this was nothing but a ploy to keep her away from Angelica.

"And this duchess, is imported silk from the north, perfect to impress your guests as they dine during your event." the maid trumpeted. Ohara had to admit either this maid was pretending to like tablecloths or she was truly obsessed with everything from the fabric to texture and everything in between.

"Alright, alright, I see, can I just choose one already?" Ohara asked exhausted.

"Oh, no, no, I still have some more tablecloths to show you duchess." The maid chuckled. Ohara was quick to notice the way her eyes darted from the guards back to the tablecloths on the table.

Now she was definitely sure that they were purposely keeping her here.