Chapter Twenty Two: Conspiration...

The following weeks went by in a flash. As the day drew nearer and nearer to the time of the ball, Gianna grew more nervous. Fortunately for her, she had Ana to help her through it all.

Ana was the perfect friend she had hoped for. Although they only met whenever she had to work, She still thought it better than having no friend at all.

They were done with arranging the ballroom and had already prepared the dishes that would be served that day.

She grew more comfortable relating with those who were meant to help her, and she looked forward to always meeting them.

"What are you going to wear?" Ana asked. They were both in the kitchen overseeing the cooks preparing what was needed for that day. Though the cooking wouldn't begin immediately, it was good to make sure that everything was intact before that day came.

"I am not sure yet." She said, watching as a male servant carried a sack of flour into the kitchen. "When that time comes, I guess."

"How can you not have a dress prepared? Di