“Duchess Megan, how beautiful you look!”

Smiling at the pretentious compliment,I replied

“Ohnooo, look at you. I’m gazing at the most gorgeous lady to ever grace on earth.”

How I dreaded to be here. I’d so much rather indulge myself in the world of literature and be lost in it. But these kind of tea parties are inevitable when you’re a duchess.

Todays tea party was hosted by the soon to be Mrs Pester. She’s known to be the most unpleasant and imprudent creature you’ll ever meet. Good for her, with her status and fame nobody has ever dared to comment on it publicly.

“Argghhhh” the spiralling thoughts in my mind was abrupted by Duchess Pollys sudden shriek. I turn my head to see what she saw that had caused the commotion. The sight my eyes behold was unexpected but definitely not surprising. Mr Pester was strolling down the river with his mistress. I anticipate what will happen next. Interesting