Cutlery cluttered in the kitchen of the big mansion. The servants run to and fro, busily arranging, cleaning, and preparing for the grand dinner.
In my opinion, it was rather unnecessary. Other than finding it annoying to play pretend with a stepmother who disliked me but was willing to keep up with it for my father’s sake. The same could be said for Elsie. So why would I want to make myself suffer such torture again?
Added to the fact that Alpha Matteo and I couldn’t be in the same room, or it would be chaos.
“You look like twins,” Father commented, showing me a picture of my mother when she was my age. I had to pull myself out of my thoughts and tried to be on the same page as he was. I was not sure I could agree with his claim.
My mother looked much prettier than me. Her eyes were not troubled.
She seemed genuinely happy and carefree while enjoying her youth.
