"Over there, that's Antonia. We met yesterday," I tell my older brother as we peer over the crowd from our elevated box. Typically, there is assigned seating for events attended as the imperial family. But as it is rather difficult to see us from this perch once we sat down after our presence was announced to the packed opera house, there is more freedom in where we choose to sit, hence why I am beside Augustus and Julia is beside her mother.
Augustus scrunched his face. "Bourdain?"
"Yes. But they no longer share any connection," I quickly point out. Much like myself, she never had any choice in who her father is.
It's a touch dark but I can still see Augustus' smirk. "Look at you speaking in her defense. You must already be good friends," he laughs. He is right in a way.
