Cynthia’s POV
I hated this. I really did.
I hated that I had to sit there, wasting time listening to Lady Addison speak so emotionlessly about a situation that involved my sister being missing.
I hated that I had to watch the person who fabricated the situation, Royce, stand next to her, looking so unbothered.
I hated that I had once wanted to be up there with those people.
I just hated everything. Absolutely everything.
I let out a frustrated sigh because this whole situation was messed up. It was like I had had an epiphany. Last night, after Royce had left my room while rewinding the conversation I had with him, I had thought hard about our relationship. I had also thought hard about my relationship with Lady Addison. Although the two associations were vastly different, one thing
