"And who are you?" Lady Maren who didn't want to look second to Arabella now demanded for a name, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "Why would you stop me? Or is that your cat perchance?"
Arabella gulped.
What name should she give this lady? Surely not her real name. She also questioned why such a nimble cat would just sit down there and wait as Lady Maren approach it, as if it was enjoying the scene that was taking place in front of it and wanted to see how every humans were going to act.
But her attention instead moved to the cupcake filled table, wondering when will Princess Isabelle come back as if the princess was here, she would most definitely help her.
Yet she was left alone here and had to make up a lie. Any lie would do.
