'It does not look like it was sent from the Imperial Palace, the invitation sent to Damien from Princess Angelica had an Imperial seal on it... Who would send me a letter here?'
Reluctantly, Rosalie broke the seal of the envelope, her thoughts still grappling with the unlikelihood of receiving a letter from anyone other than Princess Angelica, let alone a friend or acquaintance. As her eyes scanned the carefully penned black letters, her eyebrows arched in surprise—the mysterious message had come from the Holy Temple.
<Dear Lady Rosalie,
Regrettably, I find my schedule overlapping today, and I won't be able to make it to our scheduled treatment session. However, if you still wish to receive the treatment, I would be delighted to welcome you directly at the Temple.
Sincerely,
Altair Nestor.>
The girl's gaze remained fixated on the contents of the peculiar letter, an unexpected sense of nervousness and uncertainty washing over her.