She already had enough people who admired her.

She made her way to the kitchen and requested ginger and brown sugar from one of the servants. Soon enough, she started preparing ginger soup.

By the time Deanna emerged from the bathroom, the ginger soup was ready.

"I'm going upstairs to rest," Deanna announced, her pale face still reflecting the discomfort of her cramps.

“Go ahead," Debora replied.