Milena felt like an i***t, sitting at her table for that breakfast, with all the remaining candidates.
The more she was thinking about it, the more she realized this competition had sounded ridiculous from the start. To think that one woman alone could decide on so many girls' futures and her sons'. Milena didn't even bother to touch her plate, her stomach knotted by anger. She only took very long, quiet sips of her cup of blood, enjoying that taste on her tongue. Sitting next to her, Bella was glancing from time to time, a bit worried about the Duchess ice-cold attitude, but was smart not to say a thing.
Something seemed a bit wrong about Lady de Crescent and Lady de Winter today, but no one else dared to bring it up, not in front of the Duchesses. Only Rachael de Nova was drinking ca
