Her mouth is agape as she watches the bottle falls to the marble floor.
She squeals as the glass bursts and liquid catches the ends of her skirts. An accusatory glare is thrown the prince's way before she darts around the puddle Desmond had made to her washroom.
Once inside, Amber runs to gather as many towels as she can lay her hands on from the shelves.
She returns to a guilty looking Desmond, who had stood back several paces from the disaster that had been caused. Kneeling down by the wet, the princess is careful of the danger stray glass presented.
Hands full of towel, she scoops and mops up as much glass and liquid as she can.
She hadn't been asked, but she had volunteered. She needed to step outside for some air anyway. "I'll be right back," Sofia said, raising a hand before heading out of the ballroom towards Amber's room. There was no better place to begin searching, right?
Traversing the many hallways and passages of the castle to stand outside Amber's door, Sofia knocks three times only to be met with – some sort of clattering and clinking hubbub.
Huh. That was curious.
"Amber, are you in there?" Sofia calls out, placing a hand to the side of her mouth.
Still nothing but the sounds from before.
She should just go in to make sure there's nothing amiss.
She pushes the door handle down and let's herself in to stumble across a sight it takes her a good moment to figure out: her sister shoving goodness knew what under her bed with a towel, and Desmond standing awkwardly by with the guiltiest look she had ever seen from him plastered across his face.
Amber almost screamed aloud when she saw Sofia standing by her door, hand having fallen away from its perch on the door handle. "Sofia, it's not what you think!"
