She smiled, greeting Milena as if she was a dear friend of hers. The young Duchess, however, couldn’t help but glance at the silver-haired woman standing behind her like a shadow. On her wrist, too, Blanche was very much awake and hissing their way.
“Lady de Crescent!” said Philomenie with a bright smile. “Good Evening! You look stunning tonight.”
“Lady de Winter, likewise.”
Actually, their styles couldn’t have been more different, once again. Philomenie was wearing a very flowery dress, with subtle tones of pink and real fresh white lilies, some white gauze and lace. Though the design looked simple and innocent, the fresh flowers must have made the price of that dress skyrocket indecently high. Once again, Milena felt like Philomenie was a doll, customized to perfection and made to
