My sister entered the living room, where Iris and I were currently. She walked with a long face before she sat on the couch across mine and adjacent to Iris.
"How's she, Sister?"
"She is still not looking good, and she has been locking herself in her room since last night. She missed her breakfast, and it's about lunch time, and I am worried about her well-being."
"I see."
(They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but it was just propaganda made by food companies to sell more products, so I don't think skipping a meal would have significant effects on the body.) I monologized.
A day had passed since we eloped from the party. We would be staying here for some days until things cooled down. Also, Christine was heartbroken, so we would use this time for her sister to comfort her.
