Laurel skipped back to her room, humming and remembering the conversation fondly. Sam and Lynn followed her with curious expressions.
Lynn asked, "Why do you hate the prince?"
Laurel threw up her hands, "How could I not? He's such an arrogant guy!"
Sam nodded his agreement but Lynn asked, "How do you know that?"
Her heart sped up as she tried to come up with something that would be reasonable for a young woman who had never personally spoken to Basil. She settled on pointing to the conversation.
"It's obvious. He's such an elitist! How wasteful is it to have twenty barrels of wine just for the noblemen? And how selfish to want to deny the common people wine at a wedding celebration!"
Sam grinned, "Well, you have a point. I'm glad we'll be able to drink. What kind of celebration would it be if we couldn't?"
Laurel grinned with relief. She had to be more careful about her reactions to Basil. She didn't need anyone getting suspicious about her.
"We deserve to have fun too!"
