Becky's POV
I carefully hold the tray of food in my hands. Anika follows behind me with the other one.
I'm nervous; I feel like the fifteen-year-old Becky who, for the first time, argued with her older brother because he caught her in an innocent infatuation with the boy from the other class.
There was a commotion at home, and the argument we had had to be stopped by Dad, because otherwise, Chris would have slapped me for speaking to him the way I did.
But this time, he was the one who crossed the line with his cruel words. This time, I should have slapped him.
"Can you manage, my lady?"
I hide the smile on my lips at the way she calls me now.
"Be careful."
I turned to look at her, nodding my head. I know she doesn't want her lady to spill the tray full of food, but her lady is qui
