Lucille's POV
I was already inside the carriage. I can still hear Marina's voice ringing at the back of my head. Damn!
"I want to drop by a bar. Make sure it's a place that isn't visited much by the citizens at this hour," I remarked.
"But Your Grace." The chauffeur's voice tells me that he's hesitant. "Just listen to Her Grace," Millie says.
He was my personal servant that the queen gave to me. She is skilled and good at what she's doing. Millie says that her mother trained her to be an elite one.
Her mom was one of the queen's personal servants. After a few minutes, the carriage stops. Millie opens the door. I saw a small bar at the west skirt of the market.
"Your Grace, you have to go back to the palace before dinner. Don't drink too much. The prince might notice that something goes wrong if you go home drunk or tipsy," Millie says.
I smiled and nodded. I walked first, and Millie opened the door for me. I choose the bar counter. A lady bartender smiled on us.
