I’m walking toward my room, my stomach so full it feels like it might burst at any moment.
Dinner ended a few minutes ago when Dad stood up, saying he had something important to attend to. After he left, the guests followed, as is customary once the Duke departed.
It felt like Mom had pressured Dad into hosting the dinner just so she could bring up the situation with me and Alvida. I have to admit, she’s always been steps ahead of me when it comes to thinking. She’s the type who can easily get others to do her bidding.
Even though she has this slightly manipulative side, I can’t hold it against her—most of what she’s done has been for my benefit. In my past life, my mother died the moment I was born, so I never experienced the motherly love that other newborns receive. I was raised on g
