Princess Jasmine inhaled deeply; refrained from gritting her teeth and showing an unseemly expression.
'Do I know what to tell Mother?' Princess Jasmine sneered in her mind.
She did not want to hear the soft voice of her sister who only knew how to plaster her wickedness by pretending to be a saint.
"Sister, I'm worried about you." The third Princess said. Her brows were pulled up together, her eyes turned gloomy, and her lips trembled as if terrified of her big sister's sharp glaring stares.
"Be silent, Liezel. Be silent." The second Princess said. She was already occupied with establishing what she should do during her conversation with their mother. Princess Liezel threatening her in this moment of panic… was too much. The building pressure and emotions were overloading Jasmine.
