Naimishi couldn't believe the nerve of Sabrina bringing up Vasilka's marriage right here. She had a strong urge to give her a tiny spit shower, hoping it might knock some sense into her, but she knew better than to waste her precious saliva. Sabrina would wipe it off, thinking she got a refreshing water shower, and continue her bitchy schemes.
Queen Dowager's gaze swept over Vasilka from head to toe, and with a curt nod, she remarked, "Her average looks are barely sufficient for him."
Vasilka's body tensed, trembling with fear. So much of humiliation. How could Sabrina even consider marrying her off to a man with a disability? Did she bother to ask for her consent? She glanced at her father, hoping to find some support, but his face remained expressionless.