|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Elizabeth, dear!”
I quickly turned around to where the voice has come from. And when I saw a middle-aged woman, dressed in a deep blue silk dress. I felt a tug in my chest upon seeing her.
“Aunt Lucia!” I said in excitement. I get up from my seat and rushed my way to her. The queen hasn’t arrived so most of the noblewomen around were socializing. It took a few seconds before we cut the distance between us. We wasted no seconds and embraced each other. A tear escaped my eyes when I felt her warmth. My embrace tightened when I suddenly remembered my mother.
Aunt Lucia is my mother’s younger sister. There are three of them, actually. The youngest is Aunt Sarah, now married to a viscount and living at Granada, my mother’s hometown. But after marrying my f
