Lara’s POV
"So, am I the third wheel now?" Patricia quipped playfully as she halted before the gate.
I released Graham's hand, but he insisted on holding it. This time felt different, as if everything around me had taken on a magical quality. It was like being in a fantasy movie where I had already found my prince charming.
"You stole my friend," Patricia continued, a hint of childishness in her tone. Despite her all-black outfit, she still managed to look adorable.
"I got her first," Graham responded, pulling me closer to him.
"Hep! No one owns me, okay? You're my sister now, not just my best friend. So there's no need for jealousy," I explained, and we all burst into laughter.
"What's the plan? Are you going back to the palace?" Patricia inquired, and my attention shifted to Graham
