Milena couldn't help but glare at her reflection. She had never liked this green dress in the first place, but to think she'd be reckless enough to actually stain it with those stupid sweets she had thrown earlier... Now that she had spent most of her afternoon reading, she had somewhat calmed down, and was actually mad at herself for that fit. She usually had better control of her emotions, but that short lunch with Ellias had gotten the best of her.
"Blanche, will you give me a hand to undress?"
On the bed, the white cat didn't move an inch. Milena frowned. She had already spent all afternoon napping on her lap, did she need to sleep again now? Milena tried calling her again, but Blanche had decided to turn a deaf ear on her. Or did that mean there was someone else?
Milena looked a
