The two large doors were opened by the huge, menacing looking guards positioned before them. Antonia swallowed in as she followed the servant who was sent to call her, without refuting.
As she stepped into the dining hall, her gaze met Sylvester's own. The silver-haired man tore his eyes away from her as if to say she didn't deserve to look him in the eye.
The maid could only turn beet-red because she knew she was caught ogling at him. She shook her head internally and focused on panicking instead.
Why was she here?
At the same time, her eyes fell on Olivia who was concentrated on her meal. The Princess looked so peaceful and for no reason, it scared her to the core.
Thinking of Becca again, a spine-chilling sensation that made her hair stand at an end crawled into her being.
As soon as she stopped before them, she bowed and announced her presence. Antonia ignored the feeling of Sylvester's eyes on her body and focused on thinking about why she was here.
