“Why are we going to your house?” I asked him and he just looked at me and smiled.
“Princess wants us to be her judge,” he said and then laughed at it.
I smiled and somehow was curious about it too.
“What? Judge her? Judge her about what?” I asked him while he’s still bringing out the smile.
The smile is somehow proud and somehow teases.
“She wants us to judge her cooking skills, she called me earlier that she wants us to join her for dinner and I can’t say no to my sister,” he said and chuckled a bit.
I smiled while looking at him. He is indeed a good brother to her sister.
“I’m sure she will nail it,” I assured him and looked at the window of the car.
As we were reaching our house, I saw a familiar car outside of it. I’m sure that it isn’t Princess's car. It belongs to someone el
