Janet followed her guard obediently as he led her to the dining hall which consisted of a large table big enough to seat 20 people. Out of the corner of her eye, Janet saw the door open towards an adjoining hall which seemed to be double the size of the one she was in now.
“What in the goddeses name are you wearing?” shrieked Una, spilling a glass of sparkling water all over her bright red dress.
Una's left eye twitched as she looked at Janet in disbelief. Janet thought she might just have an apoplectic fit over something as trivial as clothes.
“Your clothes are torn,” whispered Princess Hana demurely, her hands folded into her lap as she looked up at Janet with a bemused smile.
She wasn’t trying to be vindictive, Janet realized. Hana actually thought that the rip in Janet’s knee
