Chapter 44 Belinda

Once the party was dismissed, Belinda stole away into her room. She needed to dress and make herself ready. For what, though, was the cause of her frustrations.

“Julia!” Belinda screeched. The old woman appeared without a flinch. Instead, she seemed to expect the abuse.

“Inform the servants to set up tables in the dance hall- but clean it first! I mean, sweep the floors, polish the statues, clean the mirrors-.”

“Oh god.” Belinda groaned while thinking. There was just so much to do. And she felt frazzled.

It’s all because of that bastard of a girl. Belinda blamed.

This was her fault. Otherwise, her husband wouldn’t have been so stupid and rash as to make an announcement right in front of everyone like that.

Yes, Belinda would now have her hands full because of her. She'd have to assemble a ball in a matter of hours. Something unheard of- such things take months to prepare.

But here I am again, picking up after that foolish man.

Belinda could already feel a headache start above her