Fiona drooped her shoulders, looking down like a puppy caught in the rain.  
She seemed overly downcast over something so minor, but everyone’s perspective differs, after all.

Officially, she’s the Grand Duchess; privately, she was my peer and my first teacher.  
It made sense if she wanted to maintain that dignified image.

"Could I appear that unsightly?"  
"...Did he say anything else?"

Anything else?  
Of course, he did.  
Actually, quite a lot.

But was any of it really Fiona’s fault?  
Most of it came from Fiacra’s mouth, anyway. …