Moira looks at Jennifer who walks fast to her table. “You’re late, aunty,” she says. She sounds impatient and her tone is frustrated. She even has tears in her eyes.
Jennifer's eyes widen in shock. Moira never cries, something is definitely wrong. “I’m sorry, my love,” she says, coming closer to hug her. “I came as soon as I could. Something is really wrong I see. What happened?”
“Everything is wrong,” Moira says in a harsh tone, she’s trying not to scream. They’re in a pub, not a lot of people there. Still, the place is considered a public area. Maybe they should have done the conversation at home, but Moira just had no desire to drive that far. She needed to go back to the palace.
“Tell me,” Jennifer asks, anxious herself. “Please don’t tell me that the King likes Lily as Seraphina’s
