บท 85: Festival ( II )

The streets were alive. The buzzing atmosphere almost proving to be infectious as she realized that all of the nobility would soon be arriving to watch the duels. People wished to see Cosette, the daughter of the esteemed duke and the dueling for her love. The gossiping aristocracy had talked up a storm. The young De Saude Heir becoming an easy topic.

"What a stupid rumor," Sylvia said pouting. She was sitting inside of the carriage. Her lips forming a slight frown.

"Indeed," Evangeline responded back.

Lumielle exhaled. Simply put, it wasn't nonsense. Unlike what her two maids uttered. Most men grew smitten in watching her. Cosette had a charm. A loveliness that made her easy to covet. Men wished to protect her. The urge to wrap their arms around her and take her somewhere where no one else could harm her.

How did she know? Well, Allard had uttered those words to her.

"Will you be enjoying the festival?" Evangeline queried.