They notice that you're still clothed

"Girl, why are you still clothed?!" The woman snaps at you suddenly, her voice now ice-cold. "Did you not hear the men demand you to strip?!"

"Frannie!" Your mother sounds mortified as she notices your clothed state.

"What?!" You can't keep silent any longer. "Why would I strip just because a bunch of peasants wanted me to?!"

"Did you have your eyes closed the entire time?" the third woman wonders, sounding troubled.

"No!" You respond stroppily. "I had to see all those gross guy's dicks, just like you! I'm just not... Not into that like you are."

"I thought you said she arrived from The Abbey yesterday." The devil-eyed woman hisses.

"She did." Marisa responds. "She slept in her room last night."

"Then how has she woken up, on the morning of her first day back, without waking up to noble adulthood?!"

"I... I don't know." Marisa says, sounding serious now. "But I will report this to my husband at once. He will know what to do."

"You'd better. Because even if I could be tight-lipped about it myself, these two guards will undoubtedly raise their concerns with my lord husband. Make sure that whatever is going on is addressed by the Belle's Ball tomorrow evening, or there may be seriously grave consequences."

"I agree. We will... We will sort everything out, I'm sure. She's probably just a late bloomer."

"A late bloomer of what?! Being unable to say no to men? Is that really how you all live?!"

But a dark, awkward silence has now descends across the podium. Nobody wants to talk to you for the rest of the ride home.