Day 7

Just as I was putting my finishing touches on my concoction, Mother walked in on me. Honestly woman. Doesn't any one in this family knock or cough?!?! I guess it is a blessing that Uncle Galdran murdered my poor, unfortunate father. If he had not, I would fear more for my privacy then I do already! Anyway, Mother reminded me that because I was apart of her fiendish scheme I could not attend Tamara's party. Why do I have to miss every thing because of Mother's plot to take the throne? ( Fialma got to go!, not Flauvic..FIALMA!) Even more, she does not care to share with me how she will attempt to do that. Blast it. And then, if things weren't dreadful enough, Fialma burst in and informed me that Tamara had done the exact same thing with the punch, (that was by the way, MY idea first). Savona had escorted my Countess back to the Residence! Does it ever end? How I hate that dratted Savona.

Day 8

Today has been a productive one. I started the morning off with integrated yoga (a new fad from the court at Erev-li-Erval), all frustrations of the prior evening gone with the blooming lotus position. Mother says I have been acting strangely as of late. Have I? Around midday I stared at myself in the mirror for an hour while trying on different hairpieces. I am not acting strangely! I am quite cheerful actually, as I just got done making a delicious pitcher of lemonade, pink to be sure!

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