Please don't read.
I am really sorry about this and I promise to make it up when things are easier. I just don't want to stop writing yet
Tresa winced as she took a sip out of the glass, the wine had a sharp tang. This didn't stop her from drinking as she quickly took another sip.
"A duchess shouldn't drink that much wine," a woman who was about the same age as Tresa whispered into her ear.
"Sylvia, if I don't have this much wine in my system, I am afraid I might yeet myself off this floor, making sure to land head first."
"Only you will make a joke about death, barely two weeks after your father's demise."
Tresa gripped the glass tighter, "It doesn't mean it is less painful."
"I know this is how you cope with the pain."
"Enough, I wish the Duke of Claymore Town had been at least considerate about this. When I informed him of my father's death and that I will come in his place, he could have at least told me not to, the bastard."
