Breakfast.
Alice would have wanted to skip hers and hide in her bed, but she was stuck with the three idiots. Okay, it was kind of mean of her to say that… but she clearly did not want to be here.
She wanted to avoid all of them.
Except for the bacon
And eggs.
She loved the food that she’d cooked. (Her mother did most of the cooking, but still, she stands to be corrected.)
“Thank you for the meal, it’s good.” Even Blake was eating oily and fatty food. Alice was proud. But she still hated his guts right now. Did he have any idea how her mother would react to such a declaration? ‘I’m the Prince’s fake fiancee… yay?’
As if that would turn out well.
“You’re welcome, I’m glad you like it. I was worried that only your friend would eat.” Anne eyed Daniel who was slurping up the meal like
