"Honey."
"Darling."
"Boo."
"Sweetie."
"Babe."
"Dearest."
"Sweetheart."
"Bae."
"Sweeting."
The two passed around endearing and affectionate nicknames, seeming fully engrossed in each other, that being the whole story. The charade went on like this until the food was served.
Sophia looked at her food in horror and disgust, glaring at Emilia. How dare she.
Right in front of her was a Beldovian delicacy. Beldovian lobster bisque.
It wasn't as if it looked unappetizing, or disgusting. What was the true problem was what her dish was made off. And what its effects would do to her.
"Emilia, you shouldn't have," Sophia said with a fake smile.
She didn't happen to notice Nicholas shooting her a worried glance as she was too focused on making sure Emilia got her message.
"Choosing what I'd eat for me, how kind of you," Sophia's eyes twitched.
