"Do you want one too, mom?"She got no response from her mother whoseemed out of it. She went to the fridge and got some cold water forMarcel and some ...or herself as well. Marcel emptied the whole glassof water she gave him, while she only drank half of hers. Then shesplashed the rest of her glass over her mother's face, which broughther back to consciousness."You look worn out and tired, mom. Letme help you fix up your face a bit. I want you to look pretty whenI chop off your head. We'll have. I would never be beautiful or pretty, but I flat owned boardroom suits. Thank God I had the money for the clothes.That would have been enough for a normal month, but the day was only half over. We went to Brooklyn, where I met one of the legends of New York society, Angela Molinari. She and Francine were close friends. Unknown to me, but much more impressive in his area of influence was Angela's husband Pedro. Francine, Sheila and Christine stopped schooling after 12th grade. Pedro stopped. ” She called out.Her handmaidens were finally finished preening her and Kailya turned in the mirror critically, yes she would have the advantage tonight. She checked the light crystal and then shuffled through the papers she had signed this afternoon.“What is this?” she picked up a contract and frowned, the Queen had signed troop orders and scouting missions, she didn’t remember a trade contract.Her temperature rose as she scanned the document.* * *The Queen of Galandria burst through the. "This is the Dining Hall," Samantha commented as she opened thehuge doors. Inside, there was a large room, equipped as a dining hall should be. Themenu selections posted near the door all contained calorie data besideeach selection, but nothing seemed worthy of note. We left the dining room, and walked toward the other end of the mainhall. After passing the main entrance, the hall contained moreadministrative offices, and another large door at the end. This one had asign "Medical Clinic.".