Feeling a pang of worry, I quickly gathered my things and hurried after her.
"Are you going?" I asked, catching up.
She didn't respond.
I asked her again. This time, I added more politeness into it. "May I ask if you're going to the after-party?"
She finally gave a small nod.
'Damn royalty,' I thought.
"What? I mean, why?" I blurted out, the question escaping my lips before I could fully consider it.
She wasn't the type to participate in things like after-parties that doesn't benefit her.
"What do you mean 'why'? Aren't you curious about the Hendera Rentem's weak spot?" she shot back, her voice laced with impatience.
"Right..." I said, the pieces clicking into place. The situation suddenly made sense.
I get it now.
