“Oh, hahaha. I hope you don’t mind my question, Sister Avyana,” she added with a fake smile on her lips.
What did she just call me, Sister Avyana? I am not her sister. There is something wrong with her, I could feel it.
“Sister? Are we of the same age or am I older than you? I am nineteen years old, how about you?” I asked her.
She took the fork and grabbed a small piece of beef steak. She wandered her eyes around. And then she rested them into mine.
“Let’s eat before the food gets cold. Anyways, allow me to talk about myself while we are enjoying our meal,” the Queen spoke.
She was avoiding my question. Is there something wrong with my question?
“Sure, darling. We would love to hear anything from you while we are eating?” the King said.
I showed my sweetest smile to him.
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