Chapter 8 The Aristocrat Daughter

Teja walked into the room and glared at Belle for the umpteenth time that day. "What dress do you ask of and why?" She asked.
Belle got up from her place on the bed and started playing with her fingers. "Maxton is sending a driver to come to pick me up at any moment now and I don't have an appropriate dress," she said firmly despite the uneasiness in her eyes.
"Belle, you still want to keep lying to this man? I thought you said you had everything under control?" Teja queried.