I am just standing there watching the three girls snoring on the largest bed I've ever seen. Nelia rubs her pale thigh together to keep herself warmth and I have to punch my stare to other side because she's wearing a short skirt. Geez, where did she buy that, anyway? It almost as if it was not her to begin with but someone's fourteen years old, daughter. Now, let's talk about the one thing I most care about is hugging the one thing to destroy her. Lilly and Remelia are treating each other as if the other person is their hug-pillow. I want to break them off, but it would mean I have to touch them.
There are three gazes looking at me when I pull my hands out. Four, four gazes, if you count me in the mirror. Sigh. All right, let's just them be for now. They seem happy anyway. I return my hands in the pocket.
"Do my sister know?" My question directs to the maid beside me.
Bobo shakes her head. "She doesn't. She treated my Queen as Ayane would."
