Alessandra agreed readily when the princess suggested they go find the second born prince. Like him, she preferred a quiet place. Yet being a female, enjoyed the occasional party and the chance of dressing up and looking pretty. As they weaved in and out of the crowd, she spotted a brown haired boy with spectacles and numerous freckles on his nose. Seeing him, her pace quickened.

It was Lambert Greyson, son of her father's acquaintance. Several times, he had called upon her at home, bringing her chocolates, flowers and fancy baubles. Along with the expensive gifts were his grand stories. Every single visit consisted of him bragging about his many accomplishments. It bore her to no end but each time she politely listened and gave small comments whenever appropriate. But maybe tolerating it gave the boy the false belief that she enjoyed the company and the stories. Seeinh him make his way towards her now gave her the urgency to get away as fast as she could. 

When the servant directed them to the balcony, Alessandra hurried towards the stairs. "Hurry." She whispered to Avril urgently.