"I am his fiancée." A sweet voice was heard over the phone.
Amaya did not understand what a fiancée was. Her Daddy never mentioned such a word. Was that her name? She took note of checking it out later.
"Fiancée, can you give the phone to Marx?"
Silence…
"Hello, Fiancée are you still there?"
"Are you stupid or are you testing my patience?" The sweet voice earlier became shrill and loud and Amaya has to move the cell phone away from her ears.
"I am not stupid. I just want to talk to Marx. Can you pass the phone to him?"
"And who are you to command me?" The voice sounded irritated and hostile.
"Me?" Amaya asked innocently. "My name is Amaya, Princess of Lireya."
"Stupid!" Then the line was cut.
'What's wrong with her?' Amaya glanced at the black screen of her phone with a frown.
Amaya called the second number that Marx gave her. It was his business phone. After a few rings the call was picked up.
