By the time Beauty finished dawdling in her room, Lucas and Laura had already seated themselves at the dining table.
The moment the servants saw her, dishes were promptly served from the kitchen.
A table full of delicacies, many of which she had never seen before, but looking at this sumptuous feast, her appetite was nowhere to be found.
Thoughts of her grandfather's home with its simple snacks and homely meals caused a slight souring sensation in her nose.
"What a princess, is it necessary for someone to carry you down in a palanquin just to have a meal?"
Laura cast a glance at Beauty's attire and turned up her nose, extremely disdainful.
She was completely different from the pitiful little princess who was crying before the old man previously.
Beauty simply glanced at her without a word, sitting down slowly only after a maid at the side pulled out a chair for her.
