After a while;
Minister Henry's voice fell like a stone into still water, looking at her face that turned ugly for some reason, and then listening to the story of her encounter with Zora.
"Zora?"
The room seemed to grow colder in an instant.
Scarlett's crying stagnated for half a heartbeat. Then fear surged up violently in her chest.
"Yes… Yes, it was only her… who else," she sobbed, clutching her sleeves. "Yesterday at the Neon Square, we quarreled over a dress. She humiliated me in front of everyone… In the end, I won the dress, but before she left, she said something strange…"
Minister Henry's eyes darkened. "What did she say?"
Scarlett swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "She told me not to speak too early… that before I truly become the Crown Princess, anything could still happen."
The instant those words landed, Minister Henry and Penelope felt a chill crawl up their spines.
Too precise.
Too coincidental.
Almost as if it had been… foretold.
