well, it’s her fault for insisting on getting into those desserts that her attendants told her they weren’t sure where they came from, that was obviously dangerous!!!! but noooo, she just HAD to have them, because everything at the ball is OBLIVIOUSLY hers to have… who’s the ball now, huh? shame about that custom-tailored gown of hers, though… maybe those shreds and ribbons could be auctioned off to people? at least get a profit from this disaster??