I took out the plate from the trolley and piled it up with the food. I wondered if I could pass through another week, forget a month. Yes, I skyped my family and friends now and then but it was different from speaking in person. The school was another thing. Trent would give me glares in the day and at night; Megan would give me her disgusted looks. I sighed.
"You seem troubled Miss Eve," Grenda said startling me.
"Grenda," I was glad that she was here.
"I heard you are injured from His Highness and take good care of you until he returns," she said giving me a warm smile, "It seems like he's taken quite a liking towards you."
"A-ah no," a small blush crept up my face.
"Is it?" she asked me like my mother would if she were here, "I think you're perfect for him than the scheming daughter of Viscount," she said which made my eyes go wide.
"Forgive me for my directness," she apologized.
