Chapitre 300: The Lunch

The High Priestess bowed to her waist to Anastasia. "The queen has sent me to help you with the dress and to tell you about the ceremonies." 

"Ceremonies?" Anastasia asked. The adrenalin gush that had spiked up during the time they were in the tunnels hadn't as yet ebbed. She could feel her heart still hammering against her ribs. The feel of the darkness reminded her of the creepiness of the cellar she was locked in for three days. "I thought it was a simple lunch!" 

Darla gazed at Tamara with furrowed brows. She wanted to help Anastasia with the dresses. 

"No, no," Tamara chuckled. "We are not going for any ceremony. It is just a lunch party with faction leaders. And it is important how you present yourself in front of them." She looked at Darla as if she was an extra baggage. Darla narrowed her eyes and then excused herself to return to the guest chambers. 

Anastasia couldn't help noticing that the two disliked each other.