Her mouth opened and closed back when she couldn't give out any answers. She pursed her lips in thought and blinked once. What did he want her to say?
Theodore placed the flute on the table. He wasn't expecting any answer from Vanessa; somehow he knew she couldn't give him the right answer.
"Milord, I don't seem to follow your words."
"You don't have to. Who gave this to you?" He asked, referring to the flute. His eyes watching her closely enough to see that she was hesitant to answer. "You don't know." Theodore guessed.
While Theodore's eyes furrowed at Vanessa, she wondered why the king was so persistent about the flute.
"I know. A friend made it for me. At least that was what my sister, Becky, told me." Her last words came almost as a whisper, uncertain.
